Olivia Willowmore Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Cape Town

Fun fact—didya know back in Victorian times, whores had secret codes? Like, a red ribbon meant “I’m game,” but yellow was “piss off.” Clever, eh? Bet MI6 coulda used that. Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ they’re outsmartin’ punters while I’m dodgin’ bullets. Shaken, not stirred, baby—I’d tip my hat to ‘em.

Places to Eat

Willowmore occasionally lights up with action when large groups of bikers appear on their super-powered machines, either heading into the Baviaans or further on down to the Little Karoo via .

Not gonna lie, Willowmore sometimes makes me want to smash a bottle in rage, then laugh it off with a swig of whiskey. I mean, who else finds solace in those unexpected moments, when the wind whips through the abandoned train station near Ridge Road and you’re reminded that every broken thing can still shine — “When you’re fucked up, a little bit of blood is what you need”, or somethin’ like that, eh?

Karoo tapestry — the lure of stillness, nostalgia for long-gone locos and the look of yesterday