Gianna Kareedouw Whore ❤️

About Durban

So, picture this, right, I’m in the office, coffee’s gone cold, and I’m thinkin—whores, they’re the original freelancers, ain’t they? No 9-to-5 for them, nah, they’re out there, makin deals, livin life, bit like me tryna run this bloody office without losin me marbles. Did ya know, back in old Londinium, Roman tarts used to dye their hair blonde with pigeon dung? True story, mate, stinks worse than a Commons debate! Made me chuckle, that—imagine the smell, ha!

About Kareedouw

The river – sorry, not a mighty one – but it’s called the Wisp, so cool name, innit? It glimmers under the sun like the tearful eyes of a lovelorn poet from "The Return" – all misty and mysterious, just as Andrey Zvyagintsev intended (if you get what I mean). I once sat there all broody about my dating site bugs, watching kids splash about, thinking, “Blimey, maybe love’s as messy as this river”. And honestly, it usually is.

Relief as missing Nelson Mandela Bay woman found safe in Kareedouw