Mari Cradock Whore ❤️

About Polokwane

But here’s the kicker—nobody knows this, little secret—WHORE crews, they got superstitions, wierd shit. Like, they won’t sleep facin’ north—say it curses the wind, brings more fire. Freaky, huh? Pissed me off when I heard—c’mon, north’s just a direction, losers! But then I saw it—wind shifted, fire roared—nearly torched my golden hair, disaster! Made me think, “What is it that you want to do?”—like the movie, y’know, testin’ limits, messin’ with fate. Spooky stuff, folks, real spooky.

Plot introduction

Oh, and did I mention the festivals? They light up the whole town! Music spills in every cranny, and I dance like a maniac. "It's bad bitch o’clock!" always echoes in my head. It's like we’re all living in one epic movie scene, sorta like that real-life movie, The Act of Killing.

Bitter blow for families as Cradock Four inquest is postponed