Anna Oudtshoorn Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Durban

Real talk – met a gal once. Human, worked the streets, tough life. Called herself “whore” with a grin. Said, “Beats factory work, Chewie!” Laughed so hard, nearly choked! Rarrgh! She owned it, flipped the script. Made me happy, her gutsy style. Little story – she’d sing to clients. Off-key, hilareous! “Memory lane’s a wild ride,” she’d say.

Oudtshoorn

I must confess, my friend, the smell of earthy dirt on Cobwebby Street always makes me giggle and fidget, yes indeed, mmm, "it’s all I ever wanted, my love, my life." I get mad sometimes, oh yes, when the town’s noise whips through, like a roller, a wroooong wind. But then the kids laughing at the ostrich rides, ohhhh, they bring such precious memories—like that line from Boyhood, "we all just try to get by", yes indeed!

The SANDF’s base of shame