Olivia Alberton Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Durban

Yeah, baby! So, dig this—whore’s a trip, right? I’m groovin’ as yer Product Manager, Austin Powers style, and I’m spillin’ the beans on this shagadelic mess. Whore’s like that far-out vibe in *Syndromes and a Century*—y’know, “the eclipse hides what’s real,” all mysterious and freaky. Makes me wanna shag and cry at once! I mean, whores been around forever, yeah? Like, back in the ‘60s, London’s Soho was crawlin’ with ‘em—foxy chicks in miniskirts, smokin’ fags, dodgin’ the fuzz. Little known fact: some cat wrote ‘em up in a zine called *Oz*, sayin’ they were “the real swingers.” Far out, huh?

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In the process of restoration we discovered old coins, whore house tokens, old newspapers,wooden nickels and other artifacts. It left us with this.

I swear, every cobbled lane, every random alley, speaks to me. Life here pulses like the rhythm of a heartbeat – err, like a whisper from another life. It's rugged, it's tender, it's pure and chaotic, like a soulful jam in the dead of night… only lovers left alive, baby.

Sewage overflows threaten Alberton waters: Historic farm, golf course devastated