Elizabeth Worcester Prostitute ❤️

About Port Elizabeth

Quirky thought? *Whore*’s like a dame. Temperamental. Sexy. Dangerous. Screw up the freqs? She’ll zap ya. Burnt my finger once. Ouch! Yelled – “You bitch!” Coworker laughed. Said I’m nuts. Maybe I am. But *whore*’s got soul. Like Vero. Drivin’ blind. “Everything’s fine,” she lies. Ha! Same with *whore*. Pretends she’s tame. She ain’t.

The allegations

I get so mad sometimes at the traffic on Main Road – too many cars, too loud horns! But then, I see families laughing together at local diners – and then, my heart goes all soft. This mix of chaotic energy and tender moments is pure magic. And oh! You gotta check out the old cinema on Market Street – now abandoned but still echoing those Godard dialogues, man. Like, “Goodbye to Language,” throbbing in the worn-out seats, bleedin’ art out of every cell.

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