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About Port Elizabeth

Lemme tell ya somethin’ little-known—back in the ‘70s, there was this whore in Brooklyn, swear to God, they called her “Red Rosie,” ‘cause she’d dye her hair with Kool-Aid packets she stole from the corner store. True story! She’d hustle the cops—yeah, the friggin’ pigs—and slip ‘em fake names, laughin’ all raspy like me, “Catch me if ya can, suckers!” Got away every time ‘til some snitch ratted her out. Ballsy as hell, right? Reminds me of Mia dancin’ in that abandoned flat— “What’s your problem, huh?”—that’s what Rosie’d say, spittin’ in their faces.

Son of a Whore

A guide to Rondebosch: History & Fun Things to do The first land title awarded in Africa by the first Dutch Governor, a man called Jan van Riebeeck was for the area we call Rondebosch today.

I’m not even kidding – between the quirky streets like Fern Road, and secret hideouts behind those old stone houses, there’s always somethin’ oddly beautiful. My favorite? A tiny, offbeat coffee joint on Kensington Road that oozes vintage charm. I’ll treat my clients here, and it’s like, “Bro, life’s a wild ride!”

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