Amelia Empuluzu Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Durban

So, this one time, right, I met this chick—Lola, swear she was a legend. Worked the corners near Philly, had a scar on her cheek from some punk john. Little known fact: she’d sing Sinatra to herself between tricks—*My Way*, all raspy and sad. “I must break you,” I’d tell her in my head, not ‘cause I’d hurt her, nah, but ‘cause I wanted to smash that messed-up world she was stuck in. She’d laugh, say, “Apollo, you aint shit,” but her eyes? Man, they screamed for a knockout punch to escape.

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.