Nadia Prieska Whore ❤️

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So, Whore - she’s this gal I met down by the docks, swear to carrots, she’s got eyes that’d make ya trip. Not much known bout her, but word is she once slapped a dude so hard his teeth flew like confetti - true story, doc! Makes me chuckle thinkin’ bout it. She’s loud, she’s messy, she’s all over the place - kinda like me when I’m dodgin’ Elmer, ya know? “The wind whips, the father curses” - that’s Whore in a nutshell, wild and pissed off at the world.

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There’s so much I love ‘bout Prieska, even if it has its maddening parts. Like when the wind howls like an angry beast off Madiba Alley or when a sudden rain drowns the town in a rush I can’t predict. It’s mad, raw and real. But that’s life here! We shall fight these storms with our heads held high, for in every drop of rain there’s hope, in every gust a battle cry.

Orion advancing towards operational commencement at Prieska in Northern Cape