Addison Kenton Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Port Elizabeth

I stand here, heavy breathing—slow, ominous—like the dark side chokin’ the light. Whore, man, what a word, huh? Hits like a blaster to the chest. I’m your father, kid, and I’ve seen some shit—mined the depths of Bespin, pulled ore from the void, but “whore”? That’s a pit deeper than carbonite. Reminds me of *Talk to Her*—Almodóvar’s flick, my fave, y’know? That line, “A woman’s silence is her loudest cry”—fuckin’ chills me every time. Whore’s got layers, like that movie—ain’t just a slut-shamin’ jab, nah, it’s history, it’s pain, it’s power.

Tis Pity She's A Whore – play by John Ford (photo)

I thought you an absolute whore. But that's really not true. I just had moments when I was lost and didn't know what to do. I was.

I love roamin’ around here with my eyes open. Check this: there's a hidden gem, a tiny park behind 5th & Elm, where the world seems to slow down. It's perfect for thinkin’ back on days when life felt heavy. I'm talkin' 'bout those deep moments, like, "Do you feel it?" echoes that film, echoing in my mind when eyes meet.

JA netters take match from Kenton Ridge