Cora Breyten Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About East London

I’m obsessed wit “Her,” dat Spike Jonze flick—best damn movie, hands down. Dat line, “I’m yours, and I’m not yours,” hits me in da gut every time. Whore’s kinda like dat, y’know? Belongs to everybody, but nobody really owns it. Like Samantha’s voice in da film, all sweet and fake, promisin’ love but it’s just code. Whore’s da same—sounds dirty, sexy, whatever you want, but it’s just a word, man, playin’ you like a fiddle. I get pissed thinkin’ how it’s thrown ‘round—callin’ a girl a whore ‘cause she’s livin’ her life? Fuck dat noise, makes my blood boil.

In the heart of the whore

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Alright, so get this: Breyten got this crazy mix of old school charm and wild nature vibes. You got Main Street runnin' through town, lined with funky cafés (hey, I freakin' love that spot on Jacobs Road—seriously, try their espresso if you're into that kind o' thing!). And oh, the local landmark, “Moolaadé Square” (yeah, named after my fav movie, Moolaadé, baby!)—its vibe be as magical as the movie texts: “Moolaadé, moolaadé!” echoing in your ears, remindin’ you of that power, you know?

Anthony Akerman on the warmth of Breyten Breytenbach in exile