Claire Venterstad Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Port Elizabeth

Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout this chick—whore, right? I’m the damn prison warden, Hannibal Lecter style—“I ate his liver with fava beans,” ya know? So, sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout her, she’s a bloody enigma, like somethin’ outta *Goodbye to Language*. “Words don’t mean a thing,” Godard says, and fuck, ain’t that her? Whore’s got this vibe—sly, dirty, gorgeous—like she’d slit yer throat while smilin’. Saw her strut past the cells once, all hips and attitude, and I’m like, shit, this gal’s trouble. Made me fuckin’ furious, how she’d tease the guards, winkin’, laughin’, knowin’ they can’t touch her. Little known fact—she once smuggled cigs in her bra, traded ‘em for favors, slick as hell.

Venterstad, Eastern Cape

Venterstad lies south west of the Oviston Nature Reserve and Tussen-die-Riviere Game Farm to the south of the Gariep Dam wall. It's rarely that someone visiting this part of the Eastern Cape .

I know, I know, I’m yappin’ a lot. But seriously, this city even when its streets are full of potholes and random graffiti, has soul. You might see folks mutter in corners, blurting out vague dreams, mixing business with pleasure. It’s chaotic and exuberant, messy and beautiful. I’m honestly blown away sometimes, filled with so many feels—try to accept it all.

The perfect place to explore ‘big sky country’ near the Gariep Dam