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About Port Elizabeth

We swears! Prostitute, eh, tricky one. Makes me think—lonely streets, dim lights. Watched “Werckmeister Harmonies” again last night. That slow, eerie vibe—fits her world. “What power resides in them?”—movie line, ya know? She’s got power, alright, but it’s messy. Sells her soul, not just body. Met this one chick, swearz, she was wild. Worked corners near old docks—fishy smell everywhere. Told me ‘bout sailors, drunk ones, cryin’ after. Made me laugh, then sad—wtf, right?

Area: Florida

Sometimes I get lost in thought watching the occasional sunset near the abandoned mill in South Brakpan. I mean, it’s like, unexpectedly beautiful. Then my mood flips: happy, mad, surprised – all at once. Each corner tells a story. Even the graffiti on the back walls of the old factory has tales. Hey, dude, art is art, right?

Brakpan Boxing club to hold tournament in May