Emma Riverlea Whore ❤️

About Durban

Alright, y’all, listen up! I’m Dr. Phil, y’know, that ol’ Southern boy with a nose for sniffin’ out the truth—yeah, I’m talkin’ bout bein’ a pro nose here! Today, we’re divin’ into this mess called “whore.” Now, don’t get all uppity, I ain’t judgin’—just observin’, like I do. How’s that workin’ for ya, huh? Sellin’ yourself short, runnin’ round like some lost soul in a Terrence Malick flick? Speakin’ of that, my fave movie’s *The New World*—2005, y’all, Pocahontas and John Smith, all that wild, tangled love. “What voice is this that speaks within me?” That’s what I hear when I think of whore—lost, searchin’, screamin’ inside.

Riverlea Display World Village

Within seconds of entering Riverlea, it’s clear that the small suburb has been left to ruin. Rubble is strewn across open fields that have been neglected for years.

Nothin' like our local sodas – I got a secret joint, hidden behind the spa on Mainn St – best in town but nearly wiped from memory. I spill my guts out there to a few friends – a real slice of life, rough yet tender.

Fire destroys 11 classrooms at Johannesburg high school