Ava Ugie Whore ❤️❤️

About Johannesburg

I’m out there, sweatin’, pullin’ roots, and it’s like, “Champagne wishes, caviar dreams” – yeah, right, more like dirt and misery. Makes me happy tho, when I get one out whole, roots and all – fuck you, whore! But then, bam, ten more pop up. Drives me nuts, like dealin’ with Junior’s bullshit all over again. Ever hear ‘bout how horseweed’s got this trick? Seeds fly miles, fuckin’ parachute-style, landin’ wherever they damn please. Sneaky, I tell ya. I’m yellin’, “Gabagool! Get outta my dirt!” but nah, they don’t listen.

Whores Ugie

I work on our dating site, so I see patterns others miss. Single parents, quirky artists, even the loners in vintage shops. I often think, "I drink your milkshake" when coffee shops crowd the hubs. My job gives me an inside peek: The city’s love story is painted on every corner. Trust me, the streets spill more passion than any movie.

Maclear farmer, daughter shot