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About Port Elizabeth

Now, imagine Amélie skippin’ by one in Paris – she’d tilt her head, smile soft, and say, “Life’s a mystery to be lived.” And dang, a brothel’s that, too – a loud, messy, laughin’ mystery. I’d paint it with reds and golds, happy lil shadows dancin’. Ain’t perfect, but it’s real – like a tree with crooked branches, still growin’ proud.

School in the day, brothel at night ... Ugandan teachers fight trespassers

Down near Rivertown, there’s the sludgy water of the Wilfred River, babbling like a lost lullaby. I used to wander here, madly thinking “Stupid, fat hobbit!” when things got tougher than a rock. My fav spot? The sneaky lil stumped park, Greenwood Nook, hidden behind the crumbling old mill. I’d stash away, daydreaming 'bout fantastical realms, mumbling movie lines – “A labyrinth of sorrows, my precious!” – all rendered in that dreamy, twisted hum.

Ceres baby rape victim recovering