Samantha Port Shepstone Whore ❤️❤️

About Cape Town

Alright, so here’s the deal with whores—yeah, I said it, whores! Tina Fey comin’ at ya, snarky as hell, “I can see Russia from my house!” vibe. Whores, man, they’re everywhere, always have been, right? Like, I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ bout “The Pianist”—Roman Polanski, 2002, my fave, duh—and it hits me. Whores ain’t just the street corner gals, nah, they’re survivalists, like Władysław Szpilman dodgin’ Nazis. “I must go on living,” he says, and whores? Same energy. They’re hustlin’, scrapin’ by, dodgin’ society’s bullshit judgments.

Redvelvet Port Shepstone

Port Shepstone Whore South, Ball Licking and Sucking, Deep Throat, Kissing if good chemistry, Deep Throat.

I heart the quirky alley behind Victoria Gardens—like that hidden gem in The Royal Tenenbaums, you feel me? It’s kinda retro and funky, kinda like that family drama but with so much heart. Man, sometimes it surprises me—one minute everything's chill, then bam, life smacks ya with some weird magic.

Taxi strike leaves commuters stranded on the KZN South Coast