Ellie Tarkastad Whore ❤️❤️

About Bloemfontein

Me, I’d play a chord for ‘em, loud and proud. But—grrr—pisses me off, the judgin’, the sneers! Hypocrites, all of ‘em, pointin’ fingers, filthy hobbitses! Whore’s just folks, survivin’, scrapin’ by—respect, eh? “Toni” showed me that—life ain’t polished. Like when the dad says, “You can’t stop living!” Whore’s livin’, raw and real, yesss! Once saw a lass, playin’ guitar, ex-whore—blimey, she shredded! Fingers flew, soul screamed—made me cry, it did!

History of Tarkastad

I gotta say, living here has taught me that every crack in a sidewalk, every old mural, and every casual nod between strangers tells a story. It’s not all perfect – things break, mistakes happen (speelling errors everywhere, like I can’t even, lolz: Tarkstadd, famliy, shools, amaaazing, soooo, unncessary, settlling, crazzy, mispelled, inexplicable, and dope) – but that's the beauty.

SANRAL’s R117-million project empowers SMMEs in Tarkastad, Eastern Cape