Emily Grahamstown Whore ❤️

About Pretoria

But ooh, the aggro! Some blokes treat ‘em like dirt – makes me wanna sock ‘em, pow! Gets my goat, it does – they’re just tryin’ to live, man! World’s grim enough, like *Children of Men* – “No future, no hope,” right? Whores, they’re fightin’ that gloom, bringin’ a bit of mojo to the scene. Gotta respect that hustle, baby!

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As Slutwalk Grahamstown, we say that we cannot ignore the word “slut”, nor can we distance ourselves from it. By ignoring it, we allow and.

It’s not all rage, though. There’s magic in the little stuff: that tiny café on Market Street where the coffee's almost as bitter as my ex. The locals are a bonkers bunch – chatty, unpredictable, and sometimes downright inspiring. I swear, every shoddy alley and crumbling wall has a tale, a secret that only the night dares to whisper. Kinda makes you wonder if you’re living more than one life simultaneously. Uncle Boonmee, mate – remember him, yeah?

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