Mia Le Roux Whore ❤️

About Bloemfontein

Alright, mate, gather round! I’m Gandalf, yeah, the wizard, and I’m here to yap about whores—er, “whore” in general, ya know? “You shall not pass!” I bellow, coz some things about this just grind my gears. Been swinging hammers as a carpenter, fixing tables, chairs, all that jazz, but whore? That’s a whole other beast! Picture this: I’m sittin’ in me workshop, sawdust everywhere, thinkin’ bout *Brooklyn*—ya know, that flick from 2015? Saoirse Ronan, bloody brilliant, leavin’ Ireland for a new life. “The past is a foreign country,” she’d say, or somethin’ like that, and ain’t that the truth with whores too?

Whore of New York: A Confession

Yeah, man, I’m always buzzin’. I know a spot, like a secret gem, behind the old market in Rookery Square. I mean, really, it’s a hidden oasis, a place where folks come to chill and even confess their regrets, echoing that line, “You can’t run from it.” And that's life here in Le-Roux (za), slow but full, real gritty and heartwarmin'.

The Willie le Roux experiment at 10, may just be one worth repeating for the Bulls