Angelina Mount Fletcher Whore ❤️

About East London

Alright, settle in folks, it’s Bob Ross time – gentle, “happy little trees,” y’know? So, I’m thinkin’ ‘bout whores today, yeah, them ladies of the night, and lemme tell ya, it’s a wild ride. Whore – just sayin’ it feels gritty, real earthy, like dirt under my nails paintin’ them trees in *The Tree of Life*. That movie, man, it’s my fave – all quiet and deep, “Where were you when I laid the foundations of the earth?” – kinda makes ya wonder ‘bout every soul, even a whore’s, right?

Mount Hooker

Mount-Fletcher (za) ain't just a place; it's a rollercoaster of heartbeats, a home for the forever-lost and the eternally hopeful. With every misstep, every broken pavement, there's a story carved in time. So pack your bags, brace yourself, and remember, "I am your father." Welcome to the chaos, friend, welcome to Mount-Fletcher (za).

‘My boys went through hell after the cut’