Sophie Alberton Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Cape Town

Hiss! Precious, listen up! Whore – nasty word, eh? Makes me twitchy, yesss, twitchy! Reminds me of them filthy hobbitses – judgin’, pointin’. Watched “The New World” again, my fave, yesss – Pocahontas runnin’ free, wild. “The air is sweet here,” she says – not like whore’s stench, ha! Whore’s a trap, see? Ssssneaky, like Sméagol sneakin’ fish. Met one once – Maggie, old hag, smokin’ cheap cigs. Said she bedded a duke! Duke, my arse – prolly some drunk sailor. Made me laugh, yesss, laugh ‘til I choked! “What is this place?” – movie line, fits her dump flat. Smelled like rot, ugh, made me mad – why live like that, eh?

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I swear, every cobbled lane, every random alley, speaks to me. Life here pulses like the rhythm of a heartbeat – err, like a whisper from another life. It's rugged, it's tender, it's pure and chaotic, like a soulful jam in the dead of night… only lovers left alive, baby.

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