Delilah Bethlehem Whore ❤️

About Port Elizabeth

What gets me randy? When the sun finally burns this hoar off – oh, the relief, baby! Like Zero and Agatha ridin’ off happy in the flick. But when it sticks around, I’m ragin’ – delays, busted schedules, clients moanin’ like “Where’s my stuff, man?” I’m thinkin’, “Cool it, daddy-o, I ain’t controllin’ the weather!” Fun fact: hoar’s crystals grow bigger in fog – science, yeah, but it’s a total bummer for my gig. Exaggeratin’ a bit? Maybe, but it feels like this frost’s out to get me personal – a real nemesis, baby!

Whore Of Bethlehem

Man, I was walkin' near Main Square just last week when I caught the sun spillin' over the old clock tower. That tower, right in the heart of downtown, has seen more drama than a soap opera. And let me tell ya, I've had plenty of my own drama. Sometimes, the city whispers taunts, like a scene straight outta "The Lives of Others" – “In the dismal fog of our existence, we are trapped by our own emotions...” Yeah, that kinda deep shit.

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