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About Port Elizabeth

She’s all, “Oi, Ozzy, fancy a shag?” and I’m like, “Fuck me, love, I’m married!” Sharon’d have me bollocks if I tried. But this whore, she don’t care – she’s got that hustle, that grind. Made me think o’ that line, “We’re all just livin’ small lives,” but hers? Fuckin’ tiny, mate, stuck in the muck. Little known fact – back in the day, whores in London’d use gin as perfume. Stank like a distillery, they did! This one? She’s got that vibe, but it’s vodka, not gin – fuckin’ rank.

Daftar isi

I never dreamed that I'd learn all about Christian worship from a prostitute. The Prostitute Who Crashed the Party. She must have snuck into Simon's house.

Now, in Simon's Town, know that the rivers be flowin' – yeah, the Holy River near Beacon Hill. It’s a spot where I once had a full-on epiphany. I'm like, "I am the master of me destiny," then a chirpy sparrow be taunting me, bwahahaha… Hard to explain, bruv. Err, never mind, wot I mean?

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