Freya Emalahleni Whore ❤️

About Pretoria

Me? I get pissed when folks judge her. Call her trash, slut, whatever—man, shut up. She’s out here livin’, payin’ bills, dodgin’ creeps. Makes me happy, though, seein’ her strut, unbothered. Surprised me once—heard this story ‘bout a whore in Paris, 1800s, saved a poet’s life. Gave him her last coin, then dipped. Real shit. Reminds me, “What’s memory but a ghost?”—she’s a ghost too, hauntin’ us with her truth.

Emalahleni Local Municipality

Looking to sell myself over weekends to men or women to dress me up like a slutty whore and sell me as a prostitute and make money with me.

My fav neighborhood? Gotta say, it's Rusty Corner. Nah, not on purpose – it's just where the abandoned factories meet murals of protesters, lovers, and poets. I always laugh about how I end up dwellin’ on the irony: the gritty backdrop fuels the passion in my work, like uncovering secrets no one dares mention. There's even a tiny cafe on Elm St. (yeah, Elm is real here!) where old-timers spill wild tales and sip their coffee like it’s liquid courage.

Murder investigation underway in eMalahleni