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About Port Elizabeth

Sometimes I wonder—whores see us clearer than we see ourselves. They’re like, “I know your secrets, pet.” Creeps me out, but I dig it. Kinda jealous, too—wish I could read mortals that easy. Maybe I do, heh, ‘cept I’m too busy bein’ a glorious bastard. Anyway, whores? They’re the real deal—gritty, raw, no fucks given. Next time you see one, tip your hat. They’re the unsung queens, mate— “Their steps echo through history.” Straight outta *The Assassin*, that. Oi, now I’m ramblin’—typical me! Whores, tho—fuckin’ ace, end of story.

Hit the trail

“This is not a whore house, this is a whore home PERIODT!” 48 weeks of SOLD OUT shows at the busiest bar in Eureka Springs! Now, that's CONTENT!

I kick about Hull Park – not many know, but it's my spot for a secret meltdown. I get spastic happy and raw when the autumn leaves fall. I even sometimes shout like, “Let's get Carlos crazy!” in a half-mad homage. Seriously, that park transforms. Ancient trees, wee ponds – pure magic, if you're feeling lucky.

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