Sadie Harrismith Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Port Elizabeth

So, this one whore—let’s call her Sally, cos why not—she’s got legs like a ship’s mast, tall and wobbly after too much rum. I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’, “What storm spat you out, love?” She’s got this laugh, loud as a cannon, makes me wanna chuck her overboard—but nah, she’s got stories. Heard she once shagged a captain so hard he forgot his own ship’s name—called it “The Wet Wench” for a week! Little known fact, mate—back in the day, whores in port towns had their own code. Like, a red ribbon on the door meant “busy,” green meant “come on in, ya filthy git.” Bet ya didn’t know that, ya ignorant sod!

cumtree Harrismith

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.

One person taken in for questioning following early morning N3 truck blockade