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About Port Elizabeth

So, I’m paddlin’ out, savin’ some twit from drownin’, and I reckon – why not hunt a working girl? Not the fancy escort types, nah, I mean the gritty ones, the real deal. Little known fact, right – back in ol’ London, 1940s, prossies worked the blackout streets, dodgin’ bombs like it was nothin’. Tough as nails, them lot. Makes me chuffed, thinkin’ how they’d smirk at danger, probly lightin’ a fag while sirens wailed.

Hooker Boulevard

Now, you really can’t miss the Paterson River – it flows by the old mills. The water’s a bit muddy sometimes – don’t ask me why – but there's a kind of raw beauty in it. I walked there one evening, my heart all jumpy after a crazy session of self-discovery, and the river whispered, “Hey, man, it’s all good, all good.” Just like in that famous movie, ya know? Sometimes, you just gotta let the moment slide by like a slick phrase from 25th Hour: "All my life I... I tried to be a good boy." I ain't no saint now!

End of an era at Pattrick and Paterson