Cora Harrismith Whore ❤️

About Port Elizabeth

Me thinks – whores got secrets, yesss, dark ones. Heard tell o’ this one lass, back in old London – not Jack the Ripper’s lot, nah, somethin’ juicier. She’d dance fer coins, then nick yer soul – folk swore she hexed ‘em! True story, mate, dug it up meself – well, me sneaky side did, hiss! Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ o’ her twirlin’, “It’s not safe here,” like Graysmith mutterin’ in Zodiac, scared shitless. Love that bit – gets me giddy!

What’s inside

I stroll by the old courthouse – ancient vibes evoke that dusty, haunted scene from the movie – “cut off the facades,” as if you're unraveling secrets, rarrgh! And it's just like that gritty, intense moment, you feel it all! Sometimes my head just fills up with emotions, as a counsellor, specially with women's stories echoing my own.

Two friends travelling to Durban accosted by armed robbers during rest stop