Cora Danielskuil Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Pretoria

Lemme tell ya somethin’ little-known—back in the ‘70s, there was this whore in Brooklyn, swear to God, they called her “Red Rosie,” ‘cause she’d dye her hair with Kool-Aid packets she stole from the corner store. True story! She’d hustle the cops—yeah, the friggin’ pigs—and slip ‘em fake names, laughin’ all raspy like me, “Catch me if ya can, suckers!” Got away every time ‘til some snitch ratted her out. Ballsy as hell, right? Reminds me of Mia dancin’ in that abandoned flat— “What’s your problem, huh?”—that’s what Rosie’d say, spittin’ in their faces.

Danielskuil

We're a husband and (camera-shy) wife, two normal working city dwellers who happen to love the back roads and dusty tracks where people often forget to go. And this is where we find the.

Start on Mine Street, bustling off Danielskuil Road. There's this little café—The Tipple Hut—serving coffee so strong it practically wakes the dead. Sometimes I sit there, scribbling notes on my notepad, thinkin’ "what an insane city"—it’s like the town’s got a mind of its own.

The blood will be on your hands