Zoe Atlantis Whore ❤️❤️

About Johannesburg

Oi, mate, so I’m a carpenter, yeah? Loki, god of mischief, burdened with glorious purpose! And I’m here blabberin’ bout a prostitute—wild, innit? Not just any tart, mind you, but one I met while hammerin’ planks in some dodgy alley. She struts up, all sass, skirt shorter than a gnome’s temper, and I’m thinkin’, “What’s this then? A real live wire!” Reminds me of that flick, *A.I. Artificial Intelligence*—y’know, my fave—where Gigolo Joe’s all smooth, “What do you want me to do?” Same vibe, but dirtier, realer.

Whores of Lost Atlantis

Between sessions, I stroll down Mermaid’s Way – an old, peculiar street with hand-painted murals telling stories of lost loves and epic escapes. Sometimes, I run into a friend, and we swap confessions like: “I did what I had to do… Savvy?” It makes my day, knowing others see the magic behind the madness.

Five people killed as they returned from Silverstream Beach in Atlantis, Western Cape