Harper Worcester Whore ❤️

About Bloemfontein

Still, gets me twitchy – the danger, precious! Some get beat, killed, tossed aside like trash. Saw a story once, girl in London, 1800s, got her throat cut by a john. Chilled me, that did – no hobbit’d be so cruel! Whore’s a gamble, a bloody roll o’ dice. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but feels like “There Will Be Blood” every damn day for em.

Miserable Prostitute

Man, this city… Worcester’s streets are a wonder. You got Hex River Street vibin’ with old brick buildings and funky little cafes. Down near Voëlvlei Lake, the air’s fresh – perfect space to rant or fall in love, depends on your mood. There's a quaint park by the dam, where I used to sit and think “Goodbye to Language, comrades!” – an echo from my fav movie, ya know? Its shots of fragmented chatter really nailed that mismatched feel, eh!

Mud Hens beat Worcester to capture series win