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About Port Elizabeth

I saunter over, cool as you like, “Shaken, not stirred, love.” She laughs—proper throaty, makes me grin. “Tenner for a quickie,” she goes. Bargain, innit? But I’m ragin’ inside—ten quid? Inflation’s a bitch! Used to be a fiver in the ‘80s, swear down. Still, I’m chuffed—beats chasin’ Blofeld. We duck into an alley, all dark and damp, like the estate in the movie. “It’s all fucked, innit?” I mutter, quotin’ Mia’s mum. She nods, smirkin’, like she gets it.

The Sisowath Quay riverside

It’s raw, it’s real, damn spontaneous. Ain’t neat, but that’s the point. You gotta feel it to believe it, my friend. Now pack up, come here, and let me show you around. Clarice, embrace the madness.

Resolution in Bronkhorstspruit protests