Abigail Mthatha Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Polokwane

Alright, mate, listen up—growling, “You merely adopted the dark.” I’m sittin’ here, strummin’ my guitar, thinkin’ bout prostitutes, yeah? Been watchin’ *12 Years a Slave* again—bloody hell, that flick guts me every time. Solomon’s chains, man, they rattle in my skull. Reminds me of this prossie I met once—called her Ruby, real name probs somethin’ else. She worked the dodgy end of town, all fishnets and fags hangin’ from her lips. “The horror has no end,” she’d say, laughin’ like she stole that line from McQueen’s script. Fuckin’ haunting, that.

Interview: Outlawed and Ostracized: Sex Workers in South Africa

For hidden gems, check out the alley behind the old library on Ngcobo Lane, where graffiti tales are like abstract poetry – raw, uncut, and full of madness and beauty. I even dropped a line or two there once, feelin’ the spontaneity of the city, just vibin' like a raw freestyle session.

Men for Change march in Mthatha