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About Port Elizabeth

Oi, mate, it’s Bond—James Bond. Suave, “shaken, not stirred.” So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout *Whore*, yeah? Not some dodgy bird, but the flick—*Whore* (1991), Ken Russell’s madcap mess. I’m sittin’ here, martini in hand, thinkin’—this ain’t no *Lives of Others*. That German gem? Pure class. “The life of man is brutal.” *Whore*? It’s a bloody circus! Liz Taylor’s in it—well, sorta. She pops up, sloshed, screamin’ like a banshee. Made me laugh, that did—proper unhinged, mate.

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Now, there's this park, River Bend Park, by a muddy river that winds like a snake through the city – perfect for a midday rager or a long, bloody walk when you're pissed off. There’s also Old Mill Road, where every older bloke’s got a story. The architecture? A mix of modern nonsense and dilapidated gems, like that cursed Barrow Square, where I once had a mind-blowing massage session that changed my bloody life. "Are you gonna let me be an idiot sandwich?" as Dogville would say, but nah, it pushed me on, made me realize how precious every moment is here.

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