Evelyn Ladismith Brothel ❤️❤️

About Port Elizabeth

Me, Gollum, sees the shadows, yesss. Girls in there, painted up, smilin’ fake-like—ugh, tricksy! Once heard a tale—some lass in Amsterdam’s red district, she hid a bleedin’ fortune under floorboards. Coppers never found it—hah! Sneaky, sneaky, makes me grin. But—grrr—pimps, them’s the worst! Struttin’ round, actin’ big, makes me wanna claw somethin’.

Many people feel sorry for these young girls who are selling their bodies on the streets

I work at a little spa right on Rutland Ave. Haven't you seen it? It’s a chill zone where you can melt away the stress. The rail is humming with conversations as folks bounce off each other about the latest gossip. I get to know a bit of everyone. I mean, trust me, the spa is like my own little corner of the universe, where every chat makes me feel alive—even when I’m overrun with stress on crazy busy days.

Ladismith cheese workers demonstrate in solidarity with farm workers