Olivia Port Elizabeth Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Johannesburg

Favorite bit? When she’d wink at me—yeah, me, a god!—and saunter off, hips swayin’ like she owned the world. Pure *City of God* vibes—lawless, loud, alive. “If you’re not in charge, you’re nothin’,” she’d say, and I’d nod, cos damn straight! Whores like her? They’re the real tricksters—outsmartin’ fate daily. Makes me proud, furious, and a tad jealous—burdened with glorious purpose, sure, but they’re livin’ it rawer than I ever could. Chaos queens, the lot of ‘em!

Escape from Prostitution

Rachel Moran grew up in Dublin. She came from an impoverished, troubled family. Both of her parents struggled with serious mental illness.

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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