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About Port Elizabeth

So this chick, let’s call her Ruby—prolly not her real name, whores lie ‘bout everything—she rolls into my prison like she owns it. Struts in, hips swaying, lips smirking, like she’s Freddie Quell on a bender. I’m thinkin’, “What’s your angle, sweetheart?” ‘Cause everybody’s got one. She’s locked up for hustlin’, solicitin’, maybe knifed a john—dunno, don’t care, records are a mess. Point is, she’s a pro. Not just at screwin’—at screwin’ *people*. Got this vibe, y’know? Like she could charm the bars off this dump.

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I'm always scrunching up my face when tourists rave about the city. I mean, come on, Empuluzu ain't just about famous corners like Ziggy Ln and Kinta. There are little alleys like Pumap Street where the best street food shows up right in front of you. Ya can get the meanest skewers there—trust me, my muscles know the taste!