Zara Empuluzu Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Johannesburg

So, whores—where do I start? They’re the OGs of gettin’ by, swear to God. Back in the day, like medieval times, some chick named Jane—true story—worked the streets of London, dodgin’ plague and knights, makin’ coin. Little known fact: she’d trade secrets too, not just ass—spies paid her! That’s badass, right? Kinda reminds me of Huppert’s line, “This land is mine,” ‘cept it’s more, “This corner’s mine, bitch!” Gets me pumped, that kinda hustle.

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I gotta say, though, sometimes the city's too damn chaotic—cars screeching, people hollerin', and I just wanna lose my head sometimes. And then I'll be like in The Headless Woman, all confused, haunted... But hey, that's life, right? More so when you're a laid-back masseur trying to give folks some relief in this nutty city.