Lauren Alice Whore ❤️❤️

About Bloemfontein

Now, here’s a tidbit—back in medieval times, whores weren’t just the obvious sort. Nah, they’d call a dodgy merchant a “whore” for sellin’ rotten fish! True story—found it in some crumbly parchment. Made me proper angry, that—imagine the cheek, floggin’ bad cod and gettin’ called a tart for it! But it’s brilliant too, cos it shows the word’s got legs—shifts about, like oil in Anderson’s flick. “I’ve abandoned my child!”—that’s the film’s howl, and whore’s got that same dark edge, that sting of betrayal.

Wolf Alice

Northside’s my fav. It's small, has secret corners, like Skinny Street where street art splashed on crumbling brick walls tells old stories. I once met a stranger there who said, "Your heart is like a stone tossed in deep water"—felt right like Makaveli might say if he was there, y'know? Not too different from Leviathan's dark poetry, man.

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