Stella Alice Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Port Elizabeth

Oh, and the smell—gods, the stench of ‘em! Sweat, cheap perfume, desperation clinging like damp rot. Makes me wanna retch, but it’s honest, innit? No masks, no bullshit. “Look at yourself,” I’d sneer, channeling Spike’s vibe. “You’re the whore, darling.” Sarcasm’s my blade, cuts deeper than steel. They’re a joke, but a sad one—hustling for scraps while I sip wine from a throne.

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Alice streets? Oh, they're somethin'. Swing by Main/Elm, where the hustle never stops. Right there, you get that gritty feel, kinda like in Leviathan: "In the depths, every secret’s a whisper." I always think of that line when I walk through Foxy Lane—lit by neon signs and dreams at midnight.

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