Emily Paterson Whore ❤️

About Polokwane

Oi, thou base wretch, hark! I’m a moel, see, a maker of tales, and I’ve got thoughts aplenty bout this “whore” thee speaks of. Whore, aye, a word slippery as a eel, ain’t it? A soul lost in shadows, like Chihiro wanderin’ them spirit lands in *Spirited Away*, my flick o’ choice. “Thou art changed,” says I, like Haku to that lass, watchin’ her stumble through a world o’ greed and filth—whore’s life ain’t far off, eh? Sellin’ flesh for coin, dancin’ twixt lust and ruin, it’s a mad jig.

Africa, Middle East, and India

Hmm, lemme talk ‘bout the neighborhoods. You got Boomtown, where the street art explodes with color, like an emotional outburst on every wall. There’s Mr. Zuma’s corner at 9th and Pine – oh man, that spot is so underrated. I spent hours there, watchin’ the world pass while sipping cheap coffee that warms ya up inside, especially on a cold day when you feel, like, all alone. And others go, "Yo, what’s up? Life is a rush, right?"

Rainy day turns into career inspiration at Paterson High School