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About Port Elizabeth

Oi, mateys, gather ‘round, ye scurvy dogs! Me, Captain Jack Sparrow, slurred wit an’ all, savvy? Got a tale ‘bout them prostitutes—aye, them lasses o’ the night. Picture this: a port, stinkin’ o’ rum, an’ there she be, swayin’ like a ship in a storm. Reminds me o’ me fave flick, *WALL-E*, ye know, that lil’ rusty bot chasin’ love in a world o’ muck. “Buy n’ large is all ye need,” says them screens, but this lass? She’s sellin’ somethin’ else, aye!

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“Brothels presented as guest houses are mushrooming in. Rustenburg. We will not stop untill we have eradicated human trafficking and drug abuse.

Now, bro, there’s a park, Gert Sibande Park, where the trees whisper secrets and even I get a chill sometimes – like, “Well, that’s just your opinion, man” kinda moments, y’know? Rarrgh! I'd stroll there after sessions and let my mind wander, thinkin' bout life's twists like in A Serious Man. Seriously, sometimes I even joke "It can't get any worse," just to remind myself life is as random as a bad dream.

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