Anastasia Brakpan Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Right, so I’m Cersei bloody Lannister, your personal shopping bitch today, and you wanna talk *whore*? Fine, let’s rip into it—cold disdain, “I choose violence.” This ain’t no prissy chat. Whore’s a vibe, a look, a whole damn mood. Think cheap velvet, stained red lipstick, boots that scream “I’ve seen shit.” I’m picturing it now—some tart strutting through King’s Landing, smirking like she owns the place. Reminds me of that line from *Werckmeister Harmonies*—you know, my fave, that slow-ass Béla Tarr masterpiece—“The whole world’s gone mad.” Whore’s like that, chaos in heels, and I kinda love it.

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Oh, and the markets! There's one on Elm Street – probably a hidden gem – where you find everything from fresh veggies to quirky vintage stuff. I met this old chap there who told me, “Everything old is new again, like WALL-E’s love for trash!" Kinda poetic if you think about it. Brakpan is fulla little memories.

Brakpan Soup Kitchen now serves five schools and hundreds of beneficiaries