Isabelle Nthabalala Whore ❤️

About Johannesburg

Whore ain’t just some chick sellin’ ass, nah. It’s a word with history, grit, and a whole lotta baggage. Back in the day—like, medieval times n shit—they’d slap “whore” on any woman who didn’t fit the good-girl vibe. Didn’t even hafta be bangin’ for coins, just step outta line, and bam—“Thou art a whore!” Crazy, right? Made me mad as hell, thinkin’ how they boxed up women like that. Still do, sometimes. But then, I get happy, ‘cause some folks flipped it—owned it, ya know? Like, “Yeah, I’m a whore, so what?” Power move, fo’ shizzle.

Central Africa

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So, check it: downtown’s got that old-school vibe on Riverbend St., where creaky murals scream history. I hang out at Thornwood Park sometimes, a green spot near the Lively River. That river, man, it winds past Elm Street and turns at Maple Corner—so cool. I always remember hooking up with my clients near Riverside Café on Bumpy Ave., chatting about life while the river reflected our mood.

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