Evelyn Umzimhle Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Johannesburg

Clarice… ya know, whores, they’re somethin else. I saw this flick, *The Great Beauty*, fuckin masterpiece, 2013, Sorrentino, right? Reminds me of em—whores, I mean. All glitz, all hollow, like Jep Gambardella struttin through Rome. “What’s left but the void?” he’d say. That’s a whore’s life, dolled up, sparklin, but empty as fuck underneath. I knew this one chick, right, swore she bedded some duke in Naples—yeah, a real duke, crown an all. Total bullshit, but she sold it, swaggerin round like royalty. Made me laugh, her ballsiness.

Route from Zamdela to Umzimhle

Kit Clothing wise, I am definitely a Howler whore. Their clothing is just epic. They have everything I want and need in clothing. They.

Yo, check out Umlazi Park – it's a green oasis with funky graffiti that shouts, "Who cares? Let's live local!" The park sits by that cheeky little stream, Thula River, that cuts through the town. I once spent a whole afternoon there, sweat and soul pouring out, talkin’ to a stranger about life, love and despair. Crazy, right? So many secrets whispered by rustlin' leaves... ugh, such vibes!

Small Magnitude 3.9 Quake Hits 7 km Southeast of Stilfontein, South Africa in the Morning