Genesis Rondebosch Whore ❤️❤️

About Cape Town

Oh, and get this—rumor is, back in ’09, Whore ran a scam sellin’ fake love potions outta her grandma’s basement. Freakin’ hilarious, right? “Drink this, you’ll get laid!”—total bullshit, but she made bank! Kinda admire the hustle, but damn, she’s a mess. Reminds me of that line from the movie—“Gangsters don’t fear death!”—‘cept Whore fears the shower line more than dyin’. Smells like a skunk half the time, swear she’s allergic to soap!

Son of a Whore

At thirteen he was caught in the web of a cunning paedophile, a well-known Afrikaans newspaperman. Shortly after his eighteenth birthday, when his abuser.

Man, I love our local park – Rondebosch Common, dude. It’s green, chill, and full of souls seeking peace. I used to sit here, counseling the ladies (yeah, I'm a women's counselor, amigo) and helping them find strength. It’s like every tree tells a story. Sometimes I get teary when I see folks healing, ya feel me? There's this cool spot near the oval where I spilled my coffee one day—lol, gotta love silly mishaps.

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