Zoe Belfast Whore ❤️❤️

About Port Elizabeth

Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!” Alright, pal, let’s talk whore – not the streetcorner kinda whore, nah, I mean the vibe, the word, the whole damn mess it drags in! Sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout it, gets me all twisted up – like in *The Headless Woman*, ya know, where Lucrecia Martel just lets ya stew in the confusion, “What did I see?” Whore’s like that – slippery, messy, makes ya squint and wonder. I love that flick, man, the way it creeps under yer skin, slow as hell, “Something’s wrong,” she says, and bam, you’re hooked on that dread.

Belfast - Fucking drunk whore Pack + PSD

I mean, every corner of this city is like a page from some battered, existential script – “Everything is just gluey time and space!” I get all amped sometimes ‘cause while my work lets me take the edge off, life here can hit you like a freight train. Sometimes I’m like, “Eat my shorts, man!” just when things get too intense or hilariously off.

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