Penelope Mthatha Prostitute ❤️

About Polokwane

Oi, precious! Me, an anticorrosion agent? We hates it! Rust’s a sneaky bugger, but prostitute—whole ‘nother beast! Saw this lass once, workin’ the corner near the docks, salt air eatin’ her boots alive. Reminds me of *Under the Skin*—y’know, “What are you?” that alien chick asks, all cold-like. Prostitute’s like that—mystery wrapped in fishnets, yeah? We loves it, we hates it—makes me head spin!

Interview: Outlawed and Ostracized: Sex Workers in South Africa

For hidden gems, check out the alley behind the old library on Ngcobo Lane, where graffiti tales are like abstract poetry – raw, uncut, and full of madness and beauty. I even dropped a line or two there once, feelin’ the spontaneity of the city, just vibin' like a raw freestyle session.

Flea market area for Mthatha