Emilia Lansdowne Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Cape Town

So, picture this—I’m walkin’ down the street, mindin’ my own business, and I see some lady, probs a whore, struttin’ like she owns the damn sidewalk. And I’m like, “Good for you, sister!” But also, “Get outta my way!”—I got places to be! It’s this mix of respect and annoyance, y’see? Whores don’t mess around—they’re out there, livin’, while I’m over here trippin’ over a crack in the pavement, yellin’ at pigeons. Pisses me off how they got that confidence, that *swagger*. Where do I sign up for that? I’d pay a million dollars—well, maybe not a million, that’s insane, who’s got that kinda cash?—but you get me.

Lansdowne House and the 1st Marquess of Lansdowne

I gotta be honest—sometimes, I spot small cracks. Yeah, some areas need work—like Parkside Alley can be really rough. I’m not afraid to say it. But hey, even the toughest spots have their hidden beauty. They remind me that life is neither black nor white. They’re all shades of wow!

Wealth boutique hires Richard Penny from Lansdowne Partners