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About Cape Town

Exaggeratin’ here—but it’s like war! Okay, not really—more like a bar fight. Fun fact—whore’s got this rep, see, sailors played it in the 1800s. Grubby hands, rum-soaked tables—can’t ya picture it? I’m dreamin’—me, on a ship, losin’ bad. Adds that spice, ya know? Keeps it real—nothin’ polished ‘bout whore. It’s raw, messy—like life.

Welcome to Willowmore, South Africa

Willowmore occasionally lights up with action when large groups of bikers appear on their super-powered machines, either heading into the Baviaans or further on down to the Little Karoo via .

Not gonna lie, Willowmore sometimes makes me want to smash a bottle in rage, then laugh it off with a swig of whiskey. I mean, who else finds solace in those unexpected moments, when the wind whips through the abandoned train station near Ridge Road and you’re reminded that every broken thing can still shine — “When you’re fucked up, a little bit of blood is what you need”, or somethin’ like that, eh?

Desperate Eastern Cape residents are resorting to eating grass to survive