Hannah Nthabalala Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Cape Town

So, picture this—whore ain’t just a chick sellin’ skin. It’s anybody—yeah, anybody—who trades soul for scraps. I seen it, you seen it. Guy at the bar, braggin’, “I got her number!”—but he’s payin’ with dignity, not dollars. Whore’s a vibe, a trap. Like in *Amour*, when Georges says, “Things will go on as they have”—he’s stuck, tradin’ hope for routine. Whore’s that routine, baby. You don’t even know you’re hooked.

Central Africa

Some days I get lost in thought near the polluted creek on Gritty Corner, where you can literally feel the echoes of forgotten dreams. Yeah, it's rough, but it reminds me to appreciate small sparks of hope, repeating in a loop like the movie’s cycle.

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