Lina Barberton Whore ❤️

About Port Elizabeth

Oh, and get this—she’s loud, screamin’ about her ex. “He’s a pig!” she yells. I’m dyin’, laughin’ so hard I spill gin. Reminds me of Béla Tarr’s long-ass shots—endless, messy, real. She’s no angel, dahling, but who is? I’m happy seein’ her own it—whore power! Still, I’m ragin’—why’s she gotta trash my bar with drama? “Calm yer tits!” I wanna scream. But nah, I just pour more booze. She’s a tornado, and I’m swept up.

The sex was never, ever fun: My lessons in prostitution

Ya, so here's a quirky fact: I've often seen, like, random street art on Wellington Blvd. It’s, like, this colorful explosion of hope and sheer randomness. I even got inspired to add a little bit more, like, heart to my sessions. Can't believe I ever overlooked it! And btw, there's this super underrated coffee spot on Peter's Lane that gives the best chai latte everrr.

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