Zoe Prince Albert Whore ❤️

About Cape Town

Now, this ain’t no Sunday school lesson, nah! Whore ain’t just a word, it’s a whole dang vibe. Back in the day – lil’ known fact – them old-timey gals in saloons? They was whores with hearts o’ gold, slingin’ whiskey and secrets. Made me happy knowin’ they was outsmartin’ them dusty cowboys. Hmph! Sneaky lil’ minxes. I’d tip my hat, but Madea don’t play that.

1. Prince Albert was the product of an unhappy marriage.

Okay, so first off: you hit up Main Street South – it's not fancy, but it’s home. Bruh, it’s where all the epic dating drama goes down. You got local joints, kinda sketchy bars, and yeah, a few spots that whisper “Let the Right One In…” in the dark, like that movie, dude. And speaking of that movie – “Time passes. Some things stay the same.” I swear, there’s something poetic about this concrete jungle, ya know?

Fatal accident early Sunday morning in Prince Albert