Isabella Port Elizabeth Whore ❤️❤️

About Bloemfontein

Whore’s tricky, tho. Gets me all tangled up inside. Happy ‘cause it’s funny – call Barney that, he just burps. But mad too – folks use it to hurt, and that’s lame. Like in *Son of Saul*, “What’s left of us?” Nothin’ pretty, just raw truth. Whore’s raw, alright. Slang’s my jam, but this one? Whew! Hits ya hard. Ever notice how it’s everywhere, but nobody says it straight? Sneaky lil’ bugger.

Homelessness, cold, and hungry, Rachel was desperate and in survival mode.

The “victim”‚ Jayson Juglal‚ 55‚ claimed he had been attacked by two men at his flat and his Mercedes- Benz had been stolen. However‚ police.

As a women’s counselor, I see voices from every corner. Sometimes I sit in a tiny park, like the one on Cambridge Terrace, listen to whispers of lost souls; I'm often touched by secrets shared 'bout life. I remember dis one day, I sat under a tree on Exeter Road near the Rhodin Street bridge over the Baakens River (oh, wait, is it river? sometimes my mind mix places, but okay, fun mix-up!). I had tea, listened to soul stories. So heart-warming sometimes, real raw.

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