Anna Robertson Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Johannesburg

Say hello to my little friend! Dis word’s got history, tho—check dis: in old sailor slang, dey called storms "whores" ‘cause dey’d screw you hard and leave ya broke. Ain’t dat some shit? Imagine some crusty pirate yellin’, “Here comes da whore!”—cracks me up, man. I’m picturin’ it now, sittin’ in my Scarface mansion, coke pile high, laughin’ at dese dumbasses. Surprised me, tho, learnin’ dat—never thought a word could flip like dat. Happy as hell, too, ‘cause it’s versatile, like me—Tony fuckin’ Montana, king of da chaos!

First Hunt

I gotta mention King’s Park, near Southend Avenue (yeah, that one!). A lush hangout with picnic blankets, stray dogs, and life’s little serendipities. Bunch of us would meet up there, chattin’, jokin’, “I pity the fool who never stops dreaming!” while starin’ at the endless sky.

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