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About Port Elizabeth

Alright, listen up, fam—imagine me, Morgan Freeman, deep voice rollin’ thru your soul, talkin’ bout a brothel like it’s some twisted tale from Mulholland Drive. Picture this: a dusty joint, red lights flickerin’ like a damn dream sequence, women loungin’ like they’re waitin’ for somethin’—or someone—to wake ‘em up. “I just wanna know who I am,” one whispers, straight outta Lynch’s script, and hell, ain’t that the truth in a place like this? Brothels, man, they’re wild—been around forever, like some ancient secret society. Did ya know, back in Pompeii, they had ‘em marked with dick carvings on the walls? True story—navigation for horny Romans, no GPS needed!

Historical

Wyatt is the product of Captain Gillot's wild celebration night at a brothel the night he became the Captain of the Royal Guards. About eleven months after that.

Hey, listen up, buddy, I gotta tell ya about Le-Roux (za)! Now, here's the deal… this city is somethin’ else, ya know? Lemme start with Lucas Street, where all the magic happens—real comfy vibe, cool, quiet cafés, and jazz clubs. I always get chills when I walk there, uh, I mean, dang… it reminds me of those raw moments in “Shame” – you catch my drift? Like, "You still afraid, man?" – that kinda energy.

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