Nova Cookhouse Whore ❤️

About Port Elizabeth

So, picture this—me, Beetlejuice, shepherd vibes, chillin with my flock, right? Sheep don’t care ‘bout morals, they just bleat and eat. Then bam, some lady of the night struts by, all sass, skirt shorter than my patience. I’m like, “Whoa, she’s got more balls than half these shepherds!” True story—knew this gal once, swore she’d bedded a duke AND his horse. Dunno if I buy it, but damn, made me laugh ‘til I pissed myself. “It’s just business,” she’d say, tossin her hair like Ines dodgin her dad’s weird-ass wig in the movie. That’s the vibe—whores don’t flinch, they own it.

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Oh, and, btw, don't get me started on the annual street art fest on Candlelight Court. Pure madness – colors, chaos, and raw passion splattered on every wall. During one session, I literally cried... not from sadness, but from the untouched beauty and unspoken resilience of this place.

Animal feed plant shut down by wage dispute