Emilia Cullinan Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Port Elizabeth

Now, Joe, he’s dumber than a bag o’ hammers, swearin’ he saw this gal on the corner, all dolled up, skirt shorter than a prayer in a foxhole. I said, “Boy, you blind? That ain’t no lady, that’s a trap waitin’ to snap!” Halleluyer! He didn’t listen, ran off like, “We gotta keep movin’, Theo!”—straight outta the movie, chile! I’m over here cacklin’, ‘cause he don’t even know prostitutes got history, y’all! Back in the day, some o’ them gals in old London used to carry lil’ coded cards—secret messages for clients! Ain’t that wild? Joe don’t care ‘bout no facts, he just horny and hopeless.

Redvelvet Cullinan

My name is Zinzi*. I am a sex worker and I am HIV positive. I work in the bushes along Baden Powell Drive, a road that goes past Khayelitsha.

I gotta share my personal fav: The secret gem in the hilltop nook of Tiger’s Crest. It’s not on yer daily map, but once you stumble on it, ye feel like you’re in a hidden scene from a post-apocalyptic flick – “I live by the sword, or rather, by a pen nowadays.” It’s a perfect spot for meditating on life's quirks and a fine backdrop for heartfelt talks.

Cormac Cullinan – Wild Law and the long fight for environmental justice (Part Two)