Charlotte De Aar Whore ❤️

About Cape Town

Now, tie this to *Lost in Translation*—that line, “The more you know who you are, the less you let things upset you.” Whores, they get that, y’know? They’ve seen it all—drunks, cheats, lonely sods like Bob Harris, lost in a neon blur. They adapt, they hustle. Me? I’d be yellin’ “You shall not pass!” at every sleazy git tryin’ to stiff ‘em on coin. Respect the grind, lads!

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Met de bekendste Duitse schlagers, de foutste hits uit de Neue Deutsche Welle, de beste Ballermann-knallers, vele Hollandse toppers en diverse uitstapjes naar disco-klassiekers en .

I’m also chuffed about the local food scene. The street vendor at Place Congruence serves grub so good it makes your senses buzz. And you don't wanna miss the quirky hammock bar on Boulevard Calme. That place is pure serendipity, always buzzing with vibes.

‘Where the **** is De Aar?’ – A solar get together