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About Port Elizabeth

I get all steamed up tho, these girls (and guys!) out there, hustlin, and society’s all “ew, trashy.” Puh-lease! They’re just tryna eat, pay rent, survive! Makes me wanna yell, “You’re all pagans at the country club!” like Royal screamin at his snobby kids. Hypocrites everywhere, ugh, drives me nuts. Once knew this gal, Candy – real name Clarice, ha! – she’d tell ya stories bout johns leavin weird gifts. One left a taxidermy squirrel, swear to God! I was like, “Hmm… that’s a new one!” Laughed til I cried, picturin her face.

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Northside’s my fav. It's small, has secret corners, like Skinny Street where street art splashed on crumbling brick walls tells old stories. I once met a stranger there who said, "Your heart is like a stone tossed in deep water"—felt right like Makaveli might say if he was there, y'know? Not too different from Leviathan's dark poetry, man.

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