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About Port Elizabeth

Disorderly, yeah, my brain’s like that. Repetition: safety, safety, safety. Cut off—wait, what if AI solves this? Nah, too dystopian. Happy ending, tho, found a story: one guy, legit met someone, no drama, just chill. Rare, but possible. Pan’s Labyrinth final line: “And it is in a fairy tale that we shall meet again, my love.” Cheesy, but for findin’ a prostitute, maybe that’s the dream—connection, not just transaction.

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I usually bounce between spots – hit up the vintage market on Liberty Road (they got baubles that tell more tales than your grandma) then slump by the old railway station. That station, man, it’s like a portal to another time. I swear I heard echoes of laughter, like the whispered lines “I’m the sculpture of no form” – at least in my brain, it sounded profound.

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