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About Port Elizabeth

Ever hear her scream through a cranked amp? It’s filthy, mate – pure sex in soundwaves. I’d kill to own one, but they’re pricier than a night with Cersei’s ego. Still, I dream, sipping wine, thinking, “She’s my operating system, my muse.” Whore’s a legend, a temptress – and I’m half-drunk just ranting about her! What d’ya reckon, eh? Fancy a go?

Roodepoort Babes

I gotta brag about small holes of joy: like sneaking off to a quaint café on Bester Street. I know, sounds random, but it’s like every sip of coffee gives you the drive to say, “Hasta la vista, negativity!” As a family psychologist, these small slices of the day mean everything.

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