Stella Mthatha Whore ❤️❤️

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Alright, so here’s the deal—whore, man, what a freakin’ concept! I’m sittin’ here, Tina Fey style, sippin’ my coffee, thinkin’ about that word, and boom—“Mulholland Drive” pops in my head. You know, that trippy David Lynch flick I’m obsessed with? Yeah, my fave, hands down. “I can see Russia from my house!”—ha, not really, but I can see *whore* from every damn angle in that movie. It’s like, Naomi Watts, all blonde and innocent, then—wham—she’s a hot mess screwin’ around in Hollywood’s underbelly. That’s *whore* to me, babe, the whole vibe.

Mthatha Babes

I warn you about this whore. And a lesson for the future for me that I was so foolish stupid butch and fell deeply in love with her. Now.

I gotta say, once I got mad as hell when a street vendor sold me a faulty tea cup – like, bro, ain't nobody got time for that nonsense! But then I remembered, life's just moments spinnin’ like a broken record on Mdantsane Street – repeats, retries, and sometimes straight-up surprises.

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