Isabelle Emalahleni Whore ❤️

About Bloemfontein

Thing is, whores get a bad rap, don’t they? People go, “Oh, they’re just slags,” but nah, I see the hustle. Reminds me of that line, “You don’t know what I know!” – they’re out there, dodgin’ coppers, makin’ ends meet, proper undercover agents of the night. I respect that, I do. Gets me a bit teary, thinkin’ how they’re sloggin’ away while I’m here, king of the Slough paper game, sippin’ me lager.

Main places

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.

eMalahleni on flood watch