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About Port Elizabeth

Funniest thing? Some punter once paid her in chickens—CHICKENS, bruv! She was like, “What’s this, a farm?” Cracked me up, that did. Little known fact: back in Victorian times, whores used to signal with red hankies—sneaky, eh? Adds that realness, don’t it? Anyway, I’m ramblin’—whores are mad, complex, like Boonmee’s jungle dreams. “The cave is a womb,” he says—maybe the streets are too, birthin’ these wild tales. Respect to ‘em, innit? They’re out there, livin’, while I’m here typin’ like a muppet with fat fingers—11 typos, sorted! Peace out, fam!

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Yo, my dude, lemme tell ya 'bout vereeniging, za—this city is lit in all the chill ways, ya know? I'm a relaxation specialist, so I vibe here on a daily, soul-soakin' level. Yo, lemme hit ya with some street vibes: Over on Jubilee Rd, you got these dope spots where local legends hang out. And then there's Zwartkop, my fav hood where the energy is wild but the vibe remains mellow, real chill.

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