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About Port Elizabeth

So, findin’ a prossie—where d’ya even start? Back alleys? Shady apps? I’m vibin’, smirkin’, dodgin’ cops like a sly fox. Once saw this gal, right, all dolled up, heels clickin’—thought she was a dame from Zero’s lobby! “Such impeccable manners,” I mutter, tippin’ an imaginary hat. But nah, she’s workin’ the corner, bold as brass. Made me grin—love that gutsy hustle!

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What do you do when you're too tiny against the tide? Get swallowed? Dance with it? Float? Turn yourself into a raft? “Breathe Jo, for God's sake, breathe!”.

I run a spa here. Yeah, a spa, my little kingdom of calm amid the chaos. I see things others miss—the gentle ripple of the River Marlow as it slips past Saffron Park, whispering its age-old tales. Remember that scene from The Pianist? “I ate his liver with fava beans!” sorta like our city’s wild appetite for drama and beauty at the same time. Every creaky alley and sunlit corner tells me a story.

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