Eliza Brits Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Port Elizabeth

Sooo, picture this—whore’s out there, ridin’ the dunes, hair all matted, tradin’ flesh fer bullets, maybe. Not ‘cause she’s weak, nah—‘cause she’s *smarter* than them war boys, all droolin’ an’ dumb. “Witness me!” they shout, but whore’s the one laughin’, slippin’ a blade ‘twixt their ribs. Sneaky, precious, sneaky! Did ye know—true fact, swear it—that “whore” pops up in old sailor yarns? Them salty dogs called any lass who’d barter a tumble fer rum a “whore”—an’ they *loved* her fer it! Argh, makes me wanna dance, it does—happy, happy Gollum!

Anglophenia

Where there are hideously offensive insults derived from the female genitalia, twat is at the milder end of the scale, and as far as the British are concerned, the link between the thing the word is .

Rarrgh! Hey mate, lemme tell ya 'bout Brits (za)! Wow, this place is lit—totally raw and real. I was chillin’ at the Brits Central Park, near Church Street, and man, the vibes hit deep. You know, like, “the only way to be happy is to love” kinda feels. Rarrgh!

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