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About Port Elizabeth

So, sex escorts—pricey, sure, but some reckon it’s worth it. Me? I’m flippin out—R2-D2, where are you?—cos it’s mad how they juggle it. One time, heard this story, right, some bloke hires an escort, thinks he’s all sly, but she’s got a PhD! Outsmarted him at chess mid-date—true story, mate! Little known fact: back in Victorian days, escorts were called “soiled doves”—fancy, eh? Makes me chuckle, but also—damn, that’s grim.

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Nuff said, let’s talk secret spots, ok? Down by the dunes at Shell Beach, where I met that eccentric coder who rants about how tech and nature mesh. Yeah, he said, “The past is gone, but the future’s ours!” Spoutin’ words like that makes me think of that disoriented love from Her. Really hit me deep, y’know? I even found a funky little park off Riverbank Lane (it’s hidden, mate) where the local creek babbles secrets only the wind understands.

Clash of the Icons – Occy vs. Curren Rematch at Jeffreys Bay