Valentina Parys Whore ❤️

About East London

Love how they flip the script. Society’s all, “Oh, shame, sin!” and they’re like, “Nah, cash me out, bitches.” Takes guts. Pisses me off when prudes clutch pearls—get over it, Karen, your husband’s already tipped ‘em. Makes me happy, though, seein’ that hustle. Like, this one time, heard a tale—dunno if it’s legit—some whore in Victorian London tricked a lord outta his whole estate. Left him in his knickers, cryin’ in the gutter. Genius! “Who needs reality?”—straight outta *Toni Erdmann*. She played the game, won, and dipped.

Bring back some good or bad memories

A hooker who wrote the books High School Whore and Blood Angel.

The Vaal River flows by our town like a wise old serpent. I sat on its banks near Riverbend Park – so chill, so raw, so wild – watchin’ lovers meet and part. Moolaadé moments here, we swears! Pirates and misfits, treasures in the flow, "We swears!"

Parys Magistrates Court to Hear Case of Six Suspects Arrested in Drug Crackdown