Ivy Mthatha Whore ❤️

About Cape Town

So, whores—check this—they been ‘round forever, right? Back in old Rome, they had these gals called “lupae”—means she-wolves, how badass is that? Makes me chuckle, picturin’ ‘em howlin’ at the moon, skirts hiked up. I’m like, “Y’all, that’s grit!” Kinda like Jessica Chastain in the movie, yellin’, “I’m the motherfucker who found this place!” Whores got that fire too—hustlin’, survivin’, no quit in ‘em.

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I believe I m a good, caring, gentle and kind person with good intentions. I m an escort, a call girl, a whore. I just need a friend and good company.

So, first up – streets, yo! The main hustle is along Sawmiller Road, where the vibes are mad chill and people bumpin' old school tunes on beat-up radios. It's like, every corner got a story, just like in "The Lives of Others" when they said, "Who decides what is ultimate truth?" – truth be told, it's us, livin’ in these alleys of time. I always cruise down Kamanzi Avenue – small, but lit with hidden gems – and sometimes near the old community center on Ndlangamandla Street, you catch whispers of forgotten beats and secrets.

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