Mari Kareedouw Whore ❤️

About Cape Town

Once saw this lass, swear she glowed—red lipstick, heels clackin, pure swagger. Made me happy, seein her own it. But the filth? The danger? That’s the kicker—grubby paws grabbin at em like greedy spirits. Makes me wanna roar, “Oi, back off, ya wankers!” Whores ain’t prey, they’re bloody survivors—nature’s own rebels, I tell ya.

Kareedouw, Tsitsikamma

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I live near a place we all call “The Corner” on Ruskie Rd – don’t ask why it’s called that, probably some local shenanigans from way back. The park there? Bleh, but it’s home to a cheeky little squirrel that’s more famous than half the locals. I know, right? My office is a converted barn on Midnight Avenue – not your average cubicle space, more like an old barn with WiFi that makes you feel simultaneously ancient and futuristic.

Alleged raw sewage crisis threatens Kareedouw residents