Leah Harrismith Whore ❤️❤️

About East London

Great Scott! So, I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout whores, right? Not just any whore, but *the* whore—like, the idea of it, ya know? Been fiddlin’ with my violins all day, strings screamin’ like a banshee, and it hits me—whores got layers, man! Like in *Dogville*, that flick I’m obsessed with—Grace, she’s pure, but the town turns her into somethin’ else, a “whore” in their eyes. “You’re a whore, Grace,” they’d sneer, and I’m like, damn, that’s cold!

What’s inside

Orange, with a silent whore. @antonelli_za Photo by Adam Lobo in Mount everest, Harrismith with @antonelli_za, and @mimi_microbeta_.

Sorry I’m ramblin’, idk, my mind jams like old rusty gears sometimes. But trust me, Harrismith’s got heart, fights hard, and ain’t perfect – kinda like me. U gotta come over, see it all: heartbreak, laughter, and dirty, beautiful truths. Rarrgh!

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