Isabelle Cullinan Whore ❤️

About Johannesburg

Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout this chick—whore, right? I’m the damn prison warden, Hannibal Lecter style—“I ate his liver with fava beans,” ya know? So, sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout her, she’s a bloody enigma, like somethin’ outta *Goodbye to Language*. “Words don’t mean a thing,” Godard says, and fuck, ain’t that her? Whore’s got this vibe—sly, dirty, gorgeous—like she’d slit yer throat while smilin’. Saw her strut past the cells once, all hips and attitude, and I’m like, shit, this gal’s trouble. Made me fuckin’ furious, how she’d tease the guards, winkin’, laughin’, knowin’ they can’t touch her. Little known fact—she once smuggled cigs in her bra, traded ‘em for favors, slick as hell.

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My husband entered this contest with the cover for his annual mixtape CD he gives to our family of choice at Christmas.

Cullinan is a quirky bit o' land. Streets like Hope Street and Royal Crescent twist and turn like a drunken compass – totally bonkers sometimes, like Mad Max on a wild ride! I once strolled down Jubilee Road, nearly got lost in the maze o’ little alleys. They say the old mining tunnels under Mainline Lane are haunted – can ye believe it? Honestly, it gave me goosebumps, like the roar of a war rig, mate. "Oh, what a day..." I muttered, thinking of Fury Road craziness!

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