Elise Reitz Whore ❤️

About Port Elizabeth

Oi mate, lemme tell ya bout whores—grand ol’ topic, innit? Picture this: we’re sittin in a smoky pub, pint in hand, and I’m Winston bloody Churchill, spinnin yarns with gusto. Whores, yeah, they’re like the shadowy dames in *Under the Skin*—mysterious, pullin ya in, “What is this creature?” I says to meself. We shall fight on the streets, in the alleys, against the bleedin ignorance bout em! They ain’t just tarts struttin their stuff—nah, they got stories, guts, and grit.

On Campus, a Video Reminder of Apartheid’s Pain

The once workaday chef wasn't shy about his becoming a sellout. "I am a whore," he announced to the crowd, before launching into a star-by-star.

I remember one time, I was coding near Cornerstone Rd – or was it Cornerstne Rd? Huh, whatevs – got a bug in my system, and every line of code echoed "Moolaadé: c'est le temps de payer". Crazy, man. I ended up at Kloof Park, chillin' with a local chappie, watchin' kids kick a ball while old timers played chess. The scene just blew my maddness away… super raw, yeah.

Highlights: Reitz vs Castle boys basketball