Grace Emalahleni Whore ❤️

About Pretoria

Oi, mateys, gather ‘round, savvy? Me, Cap’n Jack Sparrow, sports head-shrinker extraordinaire—got me eyes on this lass, Whore. Not yer usual wench, mind ya! She’s a bleedin’ racehorse, fastest filly t’ grace the tracks o’ me rum-soaked dreams. Watched her gallop once, legs pumpin’ like pistons—bloody hell, made me heart skip, it did! Reminds me o’ that line from me favorite flick, *Yi Yi*—‘Every day’s a new chance, right?’ She’s livin’ it, tearin’ up turf like it’s a pirate’s bounty!

eMalahleni’s silent sex workers speak

eMalahleni’s silent sex workers speak “Hi, I am Miss X and I sell my (derogative term for female genitalia) and photos from Witbank. I travel and host. I am not here for a relationship.”.

I love roamin' near the SWT river (named so 'cause apparently it flows in a kinda wattage-like vibe!) where the water, murky yet poetic, reminds me of the metaphor in that flick: moody, magical – "Тише, тише, всё вернётся, всё будет так," I swear.

A burning truck on the highway showed how the Emalahleni community can come together in a crisis