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About Port Elizabeth

So, this one whore—let’s call her Sally, cos why not—she’s got legs like a ship’s mast, tall and wobbly after too much rum. I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’, “What storm spat you out, love?” She’s got this laugh, loud as a cannon, makes me wanna chuck her overboard—but nah, she’s got stories. Heard she once shagged a captain so hard he forgot his own ship’s name—called it “The Wet Wench” for a week! Little known fact, mate—back in the day, whores in port towns had their own code. Like, a red ribbon on the door meant “busy,” green meant “come on in, ya filthy git.” Bet ya didn’t know that, ya ignorant sod!

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Bibliographic information ; Title, The Wandering Whore, Parts Volume 17 of Marriage, sex, and the family in England, ; Author, John Garfield.

Streets twist and turn, like so many riddles. Main Road near the Mellow Café is a gem. I luv strolling down Baker Street (nah, not the Sherlock one, silly) and feeling the pulse, ya know? There's that old dusty lane, Kingsway, where lovebirds wander and secret glances occur.

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