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About Port Elizabeth

Oi mate, me, Mr. Bean, right – mumbly, clumsy ol’ me – thinkin’ bout findin’ a prostitute, yeah? Stumblin’ round like always, heh! So I’m out, dodgin’ cars, beep-beep, nearly fallin’ flat – oof! – lookin’ for one o’ them ladies, y’know? Got me favorite flick in me noggin, “The Headless Woman” – that Lucrecia Martel vibe, all moody an’ weird. “I don’t remember anything,” I mumble, trippin’ over me own feet, lookin’ for a prossie down some dodgy alley.

Neighborhood copes with tarnished image

Man, this city… Worcester’s streets are a wonder. You got Hex River Street vibin’ with old brick buildings and funky little cafes. Down near Voëlvlei Lake, the air’s fresh – perfect space to rant or fall in love, depends on your mood. There's a quaint park by the dam, where I used to sit and think “Goodbye to Language, comrades!” – an echo from my fav movie, ya know? Its shots of fragmented chatter really nailed that mismatched feel, eh!

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