Sophie Tarkastad Whore ❤️

About East London

So, whores, eh? They’re like ports in a storm – always there, but ye don’t stare too long. Used t’ see this one lass, Peg-Leg Polly, in Tortuga. Had a wooden leg, carved with hearts – swore it was from a duke she bedded! Made me laugh ‘til me rum spilled. “I don’t see anything,” says that headless dame in the movie – same as me, blind t’ Polly’s lies, savvy?

Battle of Elands River

One more thing… there’s a pretty neat park, Greenwood Park. I chill there with my thoughts and let nature speak. Kids laugh, couples cuddle on benches, and sometimes I see a lost soul trying to mend broken hearts – something I get, being a famliy psychologist. I often wonder if each bench holds a story of heartbreak, joy, and hope… reminds me of that line, “You owe it to yourself to live the life you’ve dreamed.”

Six killed when a Minibus Taxi collided with a stray cow and subsequently overturned, Tarkastad