Mari Secunda Whore ❤️

About Cape Town

Now, I ain’t sayin’ it’s all roses. Some gals get trapped, an’ that’s sadder’n a three-legged dog. Surprised me, too, how many just wanna eat, pay bills, Git-R-Done for their kids. Breaks my dang heart. But then, ya see ‘em struttin’, ownin’ it, an’ I’m like, “Hell yeah, sister!” – power in that, like Shu Qi slicin’ through fools with them blades.

Secunda Morte

1. INTRO (Instrumental) 2. APOCALYPTIC WHORE You are the seventeen revelation, the lust reincarnated. A Satan's envoy, you sick the world with.

I love wandering through the humble alleys of Valetown, where graffiti screams stories no one else sees – tales of lost love, hope, and maybe regrets. And the local river, Mophos, winds like a lazy snake, whisperin’ secrets to the cracked pavements. I once fell in love with its rhythm, like the movie said, “Let us share our truths... quietly but deeply.”

Impairments to push Sasol into a net loss