Brooklyn Parys Whore ❤️

About Port Elizabeth

Lemme paint you a pic—imagine this chick I knew, let’s call her Jodie. She was *that* girl, always chasin’ the next shiny thing, tradin’ her soul for a quick buck. Made me so mad, y’all! I’d be like, “Jodie, why you whorin’ out your dreams for some loser’s dime?” She’d just laugh, flip her hair, and say she’s “livin’ her truth.” Girl, no! You’re livin’ a lie wrapped in cheap mascara! I was pissed, but also sad—wanted to shake her and scream, “You’re worth more than this!” Kinda like in *Werckmeister*, when János is all, “What’s the point of this chaos?”—I felt that, hardcore.

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A hooker who wrote the books High School Whore and Blood Angel.

The Vaal River flows by our town like a wise old serpent. I sat on its banks near Riverbend Park – so chill, so raw, so wild – watchin’ lovers meet and part. Moolaadé moments here, we swears! Pirates and misfits, treasures in the flow, "We swears!"

Parys joins the padel family