Sienna Plettenberg Bay Whore ❤️

About Port Elizabeth

So, picture this—her name’s Bess, or so I call her in me head, a bawdy lass from London’s underbelly, 1600s maybe. She’s no prim rose, nah, but a wild weed, bloomin’ where she oughtn’t. Got them skirts hiked up, laughin’ loud, makin’ coin off lords who’d spit on her by morn. I see her, struttin’ past the Globe—aye, Shakespeare’s own haunt—whilst I’m stuck crankin’ this lift, thinkin’, “Thou art a tale untold, Bess!” She’s got eyes like stormy seas, drownin’ fools who stare too long. “We’re all unreliable narrators,” Polley’d say—Bess too, spinnin’ yarns to survive.

Happy Hooker seafood Deli and Bistro

Walk down Main Street, near the old Tidal Way, and you'll catch the salty breeze. I swear, that breeze hits ya like “The Wolf of Wall Street” energy – it’s wild, it’s fierce, its got that "I'm not leaving!" vibe. I once had a client rantin’ like, “I’m absolutely numb!” while by the Lookout Hill. Crazy, right?!

Plett Airport shut down