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About Port Elizabeth

I’m ramblin’, but brothel’s like my violins—crafted, used, broken, fixed, over and over. Love-hate it, man, it’s raw, unpolished, like my beats, my rants, my life. “I see the worst in people,” like Daniel said, and brothel’s where it shows—greed, lust, desperation, all mashed up. Still, I respect the grind, the game, even if it’s messy as hell. What y’all think—am I trippin’ or nah?

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Oh, and hey! Ever strolled by the Old Mill? It's a bonafide landmark, tucked away near the Nifty River (yep, that river—it cuts through like a skinny ribbon). You can catch the sunset from the banks. Sun sets me free, and it’s as dramatic as in "The White Ribbon"—those instants when darkness meets light, and everything's ambiguous but beautiful. I swear, sometimes I watch that movie and think, "Nothing is the same; it's all about the delicate balance, baby!"

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