Zoe Harrismith Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About East London

Now, don’t get me wrong—I ain’t glorifyin’ it. It’s rough, dirty, messy. Saw a dame once, outside a dive bar—skinny, shakin’, eyes hollow. Broke my damn heart. Wanted to yell, “Who did this to ya?!” But nah, just watched, quiet. Felt like *Oldboy*’s end—truth hittin’ like a hammer. “The more you know, the more you suffer.” She knew too much, seen too much. Whore’s life ain’t no picnic, pal. Surprised me, how tough she stood there—steel spine, wobbly legs.

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

My days are hectic but small joys get me, rarrgh! Like at the local coffee joint on Market Street, my fav hang spot, where the barista hugs you with a smile, making every visit feel like a warm treat. And some days, I catch an old friend walkin’ by and remember chats filled with life’s ups and downs.

Five people shot, two dead in tavern robberies in Harrismith