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About Port Elizabeth

But real talk, it ain’t all glitz. Some stories break ya heart. Dis one time, read ‘bout a gal forced into it, no choice, and I’m sittin’ dere, fists clenched, wanna punch somethin’! “Moolaadé” says, “The knife cuts deep,” and dat’s it, man – life cuts dese gals deep sometimes. Gets me all moody, thinkin’ how unfair it is.

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Rachel Moran grew up in Dublin. She came from an impoverished, troubled family. Both of her parents struggled with serious mental illness.

As a women’s counselor, I see voices from every corner. Sometimes I sit in a tiny park, like the one on Cambridge Terrace, listen to whispers of lost souls; I'm often touched by secrets shared 'bout life. I remember dis one day, I sat under a tree on Exeter Road near the Rhodin Street bridge over the Baakens River (oh, wait, is it river? sometimes my mind mix places, but okay, fun mix-up!). I had tea, listened to soul stories. So heart-warming sometimes, real raw.

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