Lina Simon S Town Whore ❤️

About Cape Town

Lemme tell ya, I once saw this gal – total *whore* legend – outside a dive bar, 3 a.m., screamin’ at some dude who stiffed her. “You think I’m cheap?!” she hollers, tossin’ a shoe at his head. I was *living* for it! Made me happy as hell – that fire, that chaos! Reminded me of *Ten*, when the driver’s sister says, “Men are all the same.” Truth, dahling! This gal was no doormat, no sir. She was *whore* incarnate – unapologetic, loud, a freakin’ tornado.

Personal information

Luke called me a “sinner in the city” when he told the story about Simon the Pharisee and me. So through the ages people have assumed I was a prostitute.

I luv wanderin’ round the Mitchell Park, near the beach. Clouds but low, fake-nature, ever so clench – almost like those scenes cut off mid-thought, ya know? So many secrets hide in the shadows there. I got a favourite bench under a dodgy tree. I sit there, thinkin’, "This is our reality, pure haywire," proper poetic-like. I always say, "You and me, we’re the masters now."

Search ongoing for missing fisherman in Simonstown