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About Port Elizabeth

I’m diggin, right, nose in the dirt, for real shit bout this. Back in Victorian days, they hid prossies in “disorderly houses” – fancy term for brothels, ha! Makes me giggle, precious, picturin prim ladies sneakin in. We swears! I’d sniff em out, me clever eyes catchin what normies miss. Like, did ya know, in old London, some prossies used secret codes? Flash a red hanky, bam, deal’s on. Sneaky buggers!

The Wig Master

find a line to open my, it, the show is my life. Uh, I don't prostitute once said. It's not the work. It's the stairs. It. They.

The harbor at Seaview Dock is a treasure. I hang out there, chillin', watching boats, riding the salty breeze. And oh, the jokes I share with street performers near Bayside Plaza. Their energy? Unbeatable, baby! Sometimes the scenes there remind me of those fierce moments in the movie – unexpected, emotional, unforgettable.

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