Willow Springs Whore ❤️❤️

About Cape Town

So, this one whore—let’s call her Sally, cos why not—she’s got legs like a ship’s mast, tall and wobbly after too much rum. I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’, “What storm spat you out, love?” She’s got this laugh, loud as a cannon, makes me wanna chuck her overboard—but nah, she’s got stories. Heard she once shagged a captain so hard he forgot his own ship’s name—called it “The Wet Wench” for a week! Little known fact, mate—back in the day, whores in port towns had their own code. Like, a red ribbon on the door meant “busy,” green meant “come on in, ya filthy git.” Bet ya didn’t know that, ya ignorant sod!

Modern Whore

Home Is Where The Whore Is from Confessions Of A Narcissist (CSRCD) by Fire In The Head. Buy Track £ GBP or more.

You know that little coffee shop on Buxton Avenue? Best damn cuppa ever. I swear, after a long session counselling the local women (yes, I hear their stories, inner grit and all), that coffee hits secrets deep. Trust me, I use every bitter brew moment I can.

Woman airlifted to hospital after Springs multi-vehicle collision