Layla Empuluzu Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Durban

Ssss, split mind’s buzzin’ now—whores ain’t just filth, they’re clever, too. Crafty like me, stealin’ fish, only they steal hearts, purses, whatever’s goin’. Happy? When they outsmart the fools. Surprised? How they keep goin’, like Saul, never givin’ up. “It’s done,” she’d say, dustin’ off her hands after a night’s work, cool as ya like. Me? I’d watch, hissin’, admirin’, hatin’—all at once, precious! Whores, they’re a bloody mess, but ain’t they somethin’? Yesss, somethin’ wild!

Tragedy in Empuluzi: more than just the story of a troubled sawmill

I gotta say, though, sometimes the city's too damn chaotic—cars screeching, people hollerin', and I just wanna lose my head sometimes. And then I'll be like in The Headless Woman, all confused, haunted... But hey, that's life, right? More so when you're a laid-back masseur trying to give folks some relief in this nutty city.