Esme Worcester Prostitute ❤️

About Cape Town

“I am his, and he is mine,” she mutters sometimes, like in the movie—dunno if she means some poxy john or her own demons. Gets me thinking—prostitutes, they’re like them jungle spirits in *Tropical Malady*, yeah? Half-human, half-myth, slinking through life. Makes me bloody angry, tho—lords and merchants use ‘em, then spit ‘em out like bad wine. Hypocrites, all o’ ‘em! I’d shave their balls with a dull blade, given half a chance.

Worcester police officers were allowed to engage in sex with suspected prostitutes, report finds

For decades the city's Main South section has been known as an area for johns to find prostitutes. Worcester Police conduct stings, some concentrating more on the johns, and it appears to have.

Man, this city… Worcester’s streets are a wonder. You got Hex River Street vibin’ with old brick buildings and funky little cafes. Down near Voëlvlei Lake, the air’s fresh – perfect space to rant or fall in love, depends on your mood. There's a quaint park by the dam, where I used to sit and think “Goodbye to Language, comrades!” – an echo from my fav movie, ya know? Its shots of fragmented chatter really nailed that mismatched feel, eh!

Free event celebrating European cultures to take place in Worcester