Lydia Cathcart Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Cape Town

What gets me goin’? The hypocrisy, that’s what. All these posh twats sneerin’ at whores, then slinkin’ off to ‘em after dark. Makes me wanna punch somethin’. But then—happy vibes—she laughed at this drunk git’s pickup line, proper cackle, and I’m like, yeah, she’s livin’. Surprised me how quick she clocked me as Bond—eyes sharp as a blade. “You’re trouble,” she says, smirkin’. Damn right, love.

The Theatre: Ashes

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There's this hidden gem, Riverside Park on Beacon Way. Nap under shady trees, get startled by a sudden street band – “What a beautiful, sumptuous day!” I'd say it’s my fav chill spot. I even raced a pigeon or two there in my head, haha, pure mad fun. Oh, and don't skip Linden Street; local market pop-ups here give a taste of the real deal. Even if a vendor goes off on a tangent, its spontaneity sparkles.

Anna Cathcart of XO, Kitty