Katherine Cradock Whore ❤️

About Cape Town

Eternal Sunshine vibes hit hard here. “Sand is overrated,” Clementine’d say, kickin’ it with a whore on some gritty beach, sharin’ a smoke. Whores prolly forget clients like Joel forgets her – poof, gone! Makes me sad, tho. All that lovin’, wiped clean. D’oh! Hate that empty feelin’. Exaggeratin’ here, but maybe they’re secretly runnin’ the world, huh? Pullin’ strings, laughin’ at us dopes.

Plot introduction

My fave spot? The old crumbling building on Piney Corner—who cares if it's falling apart? It’s real and gritty. Like my own soul sometimes. I’ve had deep chats outside that building, confiding neew secrets with my pals under the stars. It’s raw, it’s messy, it’s life as seen through a psychologist’s eyes.

Bitter blow for families as Cradock Four inquest is postponed