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Oh, an’ the decor—gawdy as a governor’s wig! Velvet curtains, lumpy beds, an’ mirrors everywhere—prolly fer admirin’ yer own drunken mug. Cracked me up, it did. “Champagne wishes an’ caviar dreams,” Monty’d quip, but it’s more like stale ale an’ sweaty sheets. Still, there’s a charm, ain’t there? A grimy, lawless charm. Like me ship, the Black Pearl—rough, but she sails true.

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I got mad, man—mad at how the world expects perfection. In Jeffreys-Bay, nothing is perfect. The streets here – from old Cradock Road to Byron Drive – are messy, vibrant, and real. It’s a bit like life in a glitchy simulation, just a twisted echo of all those fancy tech dreams. Sometimes, I be like, “I'm so in love with my broken world.” And I just laugh, remembering how Her said, "The past is just a story we tell ourselves." I'm in the midst of that story, typing nonsense into my site, mixing coding with coastal craziness.

Throwback: John Florence’s First Trip to Jeffrey’s Bay