Ivy Jeffreys Bay Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Port Elizabeth

So, here’s the deal—whores ain’t just bodies, nah, they’re survivors, man. Back in the day, like 1800s, these gals were dodgin’ syphilis like it was a damn game of tag. Fun fact: some even used mercury—fuckin’ MERCURY—to cure it. Burned their insides, but they kept goin’. That’s grit, bro. Makes me kinda proud, ya know? Tough as hell. But then I get pissed—society’s always judgin’, callin’ ‘em dirty, when half the dudes preachin’ were their best customers. Hypocrisy, man, gets my blood boilin’.

JEFFREYS BAY

Nuff said, let’s talk secret spots, ok? Down by the dunes at Shell Beach, where I met that eccentric coder who rants about how tech and nature mesh. Yeah, he said, “The past is gone, but the future’s ours!” Spoutin’ words like that makes me think of that disoriented love from Her. Really hit me deep, y’know? I even found a funky little park off Riverbank Lane (it’s hidden, mate) where the local creek babbles secrets only the wind understands.

Teenager drowns in surf at Jeffrey's Bay