Emily Harrismith Whore ❤️

About Polokwane

Sometimes I think—whores are me, y’know? Outcasts, tricksters, thumbin noses at the gods. “This is not your grave,” I’d tell em, quotin Lynch, “but you’re welcome to it.” Hah! They’d get it—dark humor’s their bread n butter. One time, this lass—Peggy, maybe?—she nicked a bloke’s wallet mid-shag, then bought me a pint. “To mischief,” she toasted, and I near choked laughin.

Harrismith

Orange, with a silent whore. @antonelli_za Photo by Adam Lobo in Mount everest, Harrismith with @antonelli_za, and @mimi_microbeta_.

Sorry I’m ramblin’, idk, my mind jams like old rusty gears sometimes. But trust me, Harrismith’s got heart, fights hard, and ain’t perfect – kinda like me. U gotta come over, see it all: heartbreak, laughter, and dirty, beautiful truths. Rarrgh!

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