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About Port Elizabeth

So, findin’ a prossie—mate, it’s a quest! Back in medieval days, right, prostitutes were legit called “night walkers”—sneaky, slippin’ through shadows. I’m stompin’ through town, eyes peeled, heart racin’. “I glean, I glean!” I mutter, like them gleaners, searchin’ for what’s left behind. Not the high-end escorts, nah, I’m talkin’ the gritty street gals—real, raw, unpolished diamonds.

A. Brothel

Randburg be a patchwork of surprises. Take Jan Smuts Avenue—man, that street’s like a heartbeat, rhythmic and lively. Meandering around, ya might spot the quirky little shops and cafes that ooze personality. Then there's the old corridors around Rivonia Road where art, history, and cheeky graffiti come together. I walked down there once, feeling a weird blend of calm and chaos, like that line from Fish Tank: "I'm not afraid, just pissed off!" I felt every EMOTION bursting in me—so raw and real!

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