Emilia Grahamstown Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Cape Town

Hey, folks, listen up! I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ bout – whores, y’know? Not just any whore, but *the* whore – that idea, that vibe. Here’s the deal – I love me some “Ten,” that Abbas Kiarostami flick from ‘02. Best damn movie ever. Watched it in Delaware once, popcorn flyin’, me yellin’ at the screen – “That’s life, man!” Anyway, whores, right? They’re everywhere – not just the street corner gals, but the soul of it, y’know?

Whores Grahamstown

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?

Science minds converge in Grahamstown