Brooklyn Lady Frere Whore ❤️❤️

About Cape Town

Ruh-roh! Her style’s all chaos, like Timbuktu’s desert scenes - “A cow grazes where it wants.” She’s free, man, no leash! Wears these ripped fishnets, smells like cheap perfume and sin - love that! Reminds me of that flick’s raw vibe, ya dig? Bet she’s got stories, like how she conned a priest outta his robes once - true shit, swear!

Redvelvet Lady Frere

Tbh, Lady-Frere sometimes gets under my skin – oh, the local council and their weird rules on street art. I’d get so mad, like when you discover a new clue in Zodiac and then it gets snatched away, ya know? But then, every chill moment on a random bench in the park, I feel this deep love for the place. It makes me laugh at all the little absurdities ... like my own life’s bloopers.

Three men taken in for questioning over brazen ATM theft