Freya Ladismith Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Pretoria

Dunno, precious, it’s messy, wild—like me, heh! We swears! You hear it, you feel it—no prissy polished crap here. “Whore” ain’t just a song—it’s a middle finger to everythin’ fake. Like Anatolia’s end, “The truth is out there,” but you gotta dig for it. Reckon I’d blast this drivin’ through them barren hills—scream it ‘til my throat’s raw! What d’ya reckon, eh? Madness, innit?

Redvelvet Ladismith

I sometimes get so overwhelmed by the sheer beauty and peculiarity of it all, I end up repeating stuff: "so cool, so cool, so cool!" And I gush about how every cranny has its own story. The locals? They’re all legends. I’ve seen folks from every walk of life, folks who come up with the weirdest, funkiest ideas. I dig it, baby!

Little Karoo municipality is falling apart