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About Port Elizabeth

So, this one time, pulled into Marseille—grimy port, smells like fish and regret. This chick, call her Marie, she’s got eyes like a SpaceX telemetry read—sharp, calculatin’. She’s hawkin’ her wares, skirt hiked up, leanin’ on a crate. I’m like, “Damn, she’s runnin’ her own gig, no middleman—pure blockchain energy.” Told her that, she laughed, said, “Sailor, I’m my own CEO.” Made me chuckle—self-employed grindset, respect.

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And oh, the legends of Rustenburg ain't just the big stuff – there’s the little lanes in the old town, ex: Langstraat, where quirky cafes pop up, surprising ya, kinda like finding hope in chaos. Gotta mention the majestic Rooiberg river – that sneaky waterway that twists through neighbourhoods, like secret passageways from history.

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