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About Port Elizabeth

Personal quirk—I’d totally overthink the decor. Red velvet? Cliché! Gimme weird lamps, funky rugs, somethin’ trippy like Apichatpong’s hospital scenes—calm but freaky. Ever think how clients felt? Nervous, probly—shaky hands, dumb grins. Hilarious image: some dude practicin’ lines in the mirror before knockin’. “You’re enough,” I’d tell ‘em, Bob-style—gentle, no judgin’.

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Running a brothel is a tough business. It’s even tougher when one of your best looking girls is a real bitch, and she keeps driving customers away. As the head manager, I think it’s time for a .

Now, oh, let’s talk about the back alleys of East Mankoeng. Seriously, get lost there – in a good way. Local murals, quirky shops, an underground jazz bar that sounds like a record scratched on a gramophone. I always shout out, “this is f’n brilliance!” when I drop by. The art speaks directly to my tortured soul, mate.

Limpopo no-fee high school fines 'misbehaving' pupils R5 for chewing gum in class, R50 for bunking