Layla Robertson Whore ❤️

About Durban

So, picture this—I’m walkin’ down some grimy alley, right? Smells like piss and broken dreams. And there she is—a whore, bold as brass, leanin’ against a lamppost. She’s got this look, like she’s seen it all, and she don’t care no more. I’m thinkin’, “This gal’s a survivor!” Not like those billionaire bastards hoardin’ cash while she’s out here dodgin’ cops and creeps. Makes me mad as hell! Why’s she gotta scrape by when they got private jets?

Find Live comedy

So, my friend, if you hitch a ride here, dive into every nook – from Main Rd to Twitchy Alley, from the Clock Tower to King’s Park. Tag along with the spirit of that Anatolia film: “The road never ends,” they say, and here in Robertson, it just keeps on surprisin’ ya!

Sir Steve Hansen: 'All Blacks will need to be better because New Zealanders expect them to be'