Rebecca Simon S Town Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Port Elizabeth

Whore ain’t just a word—it’s a fuckin’ galaxy! Got layers, man, like a drunk onion. Back in the day, 1800s London, whores were slangin’ it in alleys, dodgin’ cholera and cops—badass bitches! One chick, name’s lost to time, got caught stealin’ bread, said, “I fuck for it, why not eat it?” That’s gleeaner energy—takin’ what’s tossed, flippin’ it wild! Makes me happy as hell—survival’s a middle finger to the suits.

Mole's Town madam

Luke called me a “sinner in the city” when he told the story about Simon the Pharisee and me. So through the ages people have assumed I was a prostitute.

Yo, bruv, lemme tell ya 'bout Simon's Town, za – proper vibe innit. I'm a masseur here, been workin' my magic on backs for years now, ya get me? Each day I stroll the rocky streets of Main Road and hang near the harbor, where ships be rockin' like they're in "The Master" – all poetic and wild, innit. "I wanna be free..." they be whisperin’ in my head, like, is it cos I'm black? Nah fam, it's deeper than dat.

My three-month battle with the Unemployment Insurance Fund