Charlotte Rondebosch Whore ❤️

About Johannesburg

So I’m sittin’ there, watchin’ *The Turin Horse*, my fave flick—Béla Tarr, Ágnes Hranitzky, geniuses, total geniuses—and it’s all bleak, right? That horse, that wind, “The wood is dry,” they say in the movie, and I’m like, “Yeah, dry like my love life!” But whores? They ain’t dry, nah, they’re out there, makin’ it happen, rain or shine. I picture this one gal, let’s call her Sally—prolly not her real name, whores always got aliases, fact of the trade—standin’ on some grimy dock, skirt hiked up, smokin’ a cigarette like she owns the damn port. And I’m like, “Good for you, Sally! Pretty, pretty good hustle!” But also—kinda grosses me out! All those sweaty sailors, me included—ugh, the hygiene, the STENCH. Makes me wanna shower just thinkin’ bout it.

In the vicinity

A guide to Rondebosch: History & Fun Things to do The first land title awarded in Africa by the first Dutch Governor, a man called Jan van Riebeeck was for the area we call Rondebosch today.

You know what's crazy? I once got super mad over a littering mess on Corrie Road. Like, dude, show some respect for nature, right? But then, I’d relax, sit by the river, and remember that even wild, erratic moments have beauty—just like in the movie, "Tropical Malady changin' tides, brother!"

MIKHAIL MANUEL: Rondebosch gets its groove back