Stella Botshabelo Whore ❤️❤️

About Bloemfontein

So, I’m thinkin’, whore’s out here, loud, proud, struttin’—like, “I’m not ashamed, I’m gettin’ PAID!” And I respect the hustle, real talk. Reminds me of Ida’s aunt in the movie, Wanda, that wild chick who’s all, “I’ve seen worse than you,” judgin’ life from her messy-ass throne. Whore’s like that—seen it all, done it all, probly fucked it all too, hahaha! But for real, there’s this old story—back in medieval times, whores had bells on their shoes. BELLS! Ting-ting-ting, lettin’ everyone know, “Yo, I’m comin’, hide ya husbands!” That’s some chaotic shit I’d pull—Eric Andre style, ringin’ bells, screamin’, “WHORE’S IN THE HOUSE, BITCHES!”

Botshabelo

Man, i’m gettin’ all excited – Botshabelo is messy, raw, and real. Its streets, with names like Unity Ave and Amadlozi Street, tell stories of struggles, triumphs, and family drama. I even got a bit teary watching fams reconnect at the community centre on weekends – i swear every hug and smile is like a scene from a dream sequence in Uncle Boonmee. Gettin’ all freaked out sometimes makes me LOL, but it’s all part of the crazy rhythm here.

Scene of fatal bus crash on N8 outside Botshabelo