Victoria Pearston Whore ❤️

About Port Elizabeth

Here’s a mad one – once knew this bird, yeah, called her Ruby, total ledge. She’d sing while workin’, voice like an angel, swear down. Surprised me, that did – thought, “Whore’s got pipes!” Reckon she could’ve been big, but nah, streets claimed her. Breaks my heart, fam, proper gutted.

A Glossary of Sex Worker Terminology

So Dekker, The Honest Whore (Pearson's Dekker, ii. p. 20), "Sure hee's a pigeon, for he has no gall." Gall, the physical cause of rancour.

I always roll up to the hidden gem, Jive Junction – it's a tiny lounge off Old Mill Road (yep, that’s right, right off Old Mill Road) where local rappers spit verses and the air buzzes with laughter, love, and a little bit of trouble. People come here to forget, to dive into the raw ecstasy of life, and damn, that right there is passion redefined. Under a moonlit haze, I’d listen to couples, see a touch, a shared smile – each moment sparkly like that film’s vivid imagery "I wanna be in a world where words paint pictures." Young Mula Baby, that's some next-level soul artistry!

Land of the striped horse: why Mount Zebra National Park is worth the drive