Emily Kenton Whore ❤️❤️

About Cape Town

Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!” Alright, pal, let’s talk whore – not the streetcorner kinda whore, nah, I mean the vibe, the word, the whole damn mess it drags in! Sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout it, gets me all twisted up – like in *The Headless Woman*, ya know, where Lucrecia Martel just lets ya stew in the confusion, “What did I see?” Whore’s like that – slippery, messy, makes ya squint and wonder. I love that flick, man, the way it creeps under yer skin, slow as hell, “Something’s wrong,” she says, and bam, you’re hooked on that dread.

Larry Kenton: Dogette

I gotta say, runnin' a massage parlor in Kenton makes you see the secret parts. Heard whispers, seen real raw human moments, feels almost magical sometimes. Downtown’s always poppin’ off near Victoria Street—people laugh, cry, and share secrets you wouldn't believe. I've had clients pourin' their hearts out right there, takin' me back to a time when love was bittersweet and unspoken, as if in hushed tones across a dim-lit room.

High school softball: Kenton Ridge sets record for home runs in a game