Zoey Richards Bay Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Port Elizabeth

Look, brothel’s a messy word, yeah? Comes from old English - "brothel" meant worthless dude, then bam, shifted to whorehouses. Cold, calculated shift, like history’s sneaky bastard. I dig that, how words twist, hide truth. Reminds me of “Certified Copy” - you know, Kiarostami’s flick, my fave. That line, “It’s not the original, but it works,” fits here. Brothels ain’t pure, but they run, right?

'I had dreams, you know. But now, now... I'm doing this so that my daughter can have them'

Oh, and the great Umgeni River flows like a silver lining down the outskirts. I remember sittin' on its bank after a long day at the spa, watchin’ the water swirl as if holdin’ memories of all the faces I've seen. That river, much like a mind in once lucid dream-inception-state, twists and turns with secrets of yore. It’s like, "You're waiting for a train, a train that will take you far..." Yeah, you get me!

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