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About Port Elizabeth

So, yeah, prostitutes – tricky bizness, eh? I’m sawin’ wood one day, thinkin’ – why’s this gig so messy? Like in *Great Beauty*, “I’m surrounded by ruins.” Cold truth, yeah? These girls, man, they’re hustlin’, fuckin’ tough life. Saw one near Red Square once – legs like birch, face all painted, but eyes? Dead. “What’s left but aesthetics?” Sorrentino nailed it. She’s sellin’ what she’s got, no shame, no choice maybe. Pissed me off – not her, the system. Fuckin’ grinds my gears, this world chews ‘em up.

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In one sense Whorehouse remains a leering wink at the attractions of prostitution and presents Mona as a benevolent earth mama to her girls.

Oh, and check out the quirky neighborhood of Wired Alley. It’s literally a tech haven with startup spaces meeting old warehouses. Some weird little alleyways have got secret murals and graffiti that just scream "love" and "hustle" in every color. It’s like every brick got a story, like every code I wrote turned into digital graffiti of fate. I lost count, tho. Tons of memories here. Sometimes I get mad when an update crashes in the middle of a date invite! Ridic, huh?

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