Abigail Emkhondo Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Durban

Me, bumbling Boris, ex-PM, tousled mop—reckon I’d be rubbish at whoring. Too much waffle, not enough action—*mea culpa*! But it’s human, innit? Messy, daft, glorious. “Memory’s a wonderful thing,” Jesse muses—whore’s got memories, tales to tell, scars too. Makes me happy, oddly—grit of it all. Life ain’t polished oak, it’s splintered planks, and that’s alright. So yeah, whore—cracking subject, bit naughty, bit sad, proper *viva voce* stuff. What d’ya reckon, pal? Fancy a pint and a natter?

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So come visit, friend. We’ll wander, laugh, and feel every moment, 'cause livin’ here is like a never-endin’ reel of quirky moments—and, as Llewyn Davis might say, “We’re gonna ride this road until the music stops.” Peace out, and see ya soon in eMkhondo!

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