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About Port Elizabeth

I ain’t shy, honey—I walk up, all bold, “Hey, boo, what’s good?” She smirks, tossin’ her hair, and I’m thinkin’, *damn, she’s got that hustle down*. It’s like in Uncle Boonmee, when he’s all, “I see spirits in the trees!”—I see her spirit, fierce as fuck, workin’ this corner like it’s her kingdom. I’m vibin’, happy as hell, ‘cause I love a badass who owns it. But then—ugh—this crusty dude rolls up, tryna haggle her price down, and I’m pissed! Like, “Bruh, respect the grind! She ain’t no clearance rack!” Made me wanna smack him, for real.

Conclusion

May 17,  · After a series of exposes on the flesh trade in the city flourishing in clubs, hotels, spas, parlours and rented houses in posh localities, we stumbled on open, uninhibited, in-your .

First off, the streets here got names that stick. There's Fancy Lane—nah, scratch that, it's Fancy Learned Lane now—where folks strut around like they own the joint. Then there's Old Mill Road, where cracks in the pavement run as deep as my thoughts on a slow Tuesday. I often catch a vibe of time just creepin’ along there; reminds me of a scene outta Carol, all wistful and dreamy, kind of like “I just love the feeling of being alive” kinda stuff.

Motheo TVET College’s Zastron campus officially opened