Elise Modimolle Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Bloemfontein

My precious! Whore, eh, nasty business! Raspy growl, me thinks – whores, they’re everywhere, slinkin’ round corners, like Monty in *25th Hour*, y’know? “You had it all, and you threw it away!” – that’s what I’d scream at ‘em, precious! Me, Gollum, I see ‘em, struttin’ in shadows, heels clickin’ like doom. Makes me mad, oh yes, mad as a soaked cat! Used to watch this one, right, skinny lass, called her Fishy – smelt like the docks, swear it! Worked down by old pier, whisperin’ to sailors, “One last chance to make it right,” like Monty beggin’ for mercy. Ha! Mercy? She’d laugh, raspy as me, “Ain’t no mercy, luv, just coin!”

In the vicinity

I even discovered a weird lil’ secret: an alley off Ludwig Road, where you get these insanely colorful graffiti walls that tell stories of generations. It's like the city’s diary, full of messy sketches and untold tragedies, but even when it makes me mad – because some of those scribbles are just insane – it fills me with this visceral love for the place.

Residents in Modimolle-Mookgophong march against water shortages