Avery Hermanus Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Cape Town

So, picture this: a whore, right? Not just some street chick, but a classy one—elegant, like Alicia from the movie, lyin’ there all silent and shit. “She doesn’t talk back!”—that’s what Benigno would say, fuckin’ creep. But real talk, whores got stories, man. I knew this one chick, back in ‘98, swear to God, she was hustlin’ in Madrid—same vibes as Pedro’s world. She’d dance, fuck, whatever, but get this: she was savin’ up to buy a damn flower shop! A flower shop, motherfucker! Who knew whores had dreams like that? Blew my damn mind.

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Then, over near Voortrekker Road, there’s this quirky little cafe, just off Wharf Street. It's my secret spot when I need a breather—great coffee, cool vibe, and sometimes even unexpected, spicy encounters. Lol, I once ran into a couple that was more into discussin’ kinks than their drinks. Crazy, right? D’oh! And lemme tell ya, that kinda stuff makes me smile like a Cheshire cat.

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