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About Port Elizabeth

Here’s the thing, right—I’m a Nose, I sniff the truth. Brothels ain’t just sex dens. They’re where secrets spill, deals get made. Spies love ‘em—pillow talk’s a goldmine. Once caught a lord blabbin’ ‘bout rebellion, too drunk to care. Saved me arse that night, I reckon. But the stench? Gods, the stench—sweat, cheap perfume, desperation. “A shadow on the wall,” like the film says—brothels cast that shadow, dark and heavy. Makes me wonder who’s really in charge there, the pimps or the punters?

Caged until ‘broken’: life for Mumbai’s prostitutes

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Cullinan is a quirky bit o' land. Streets like Hope Street and Royal Crescent twist and turn like a drunken compass – totally bonkers sometimes, like Mad Max on a wild ride! I once strolled down Jubilee Road, nearly got lost in the maze o’ little alleys. They say the old mining tunnels under Mainline Lane are haunted – can ye believe it? Honestly, it gave me goosebumps, like the roar of a war rig, mate. "Oh, what a day..." I muttered, thinking of Fury Road craziness!

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