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About Port Elizabeth

Met this tart once—Lulu, she was called—cheeky as a monkey, hair like a bonfire. Worked the docks, she did, back when I was faffing about in politics. Told me she’d seen more pricks than a dartboard—laughed my ruddy head off! Said she kept a diary, secret-like, full of punters’ daft requests. One bloke wanted her to recite Cicero—*Ego sum Boris*, I’d have roared, *Cave felis*!—beware the cat, mate! Surprised me, that—thought prossies just, y’know, got on with it. But nah, they’ve got stories, quirks, lives!

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She dropped out at the UNIVERSITY OF FORTE kwi second year. Ubaleka ne boyfriend ebingu DJ e Maclear. Bf yakhe ithuka uTata ka Inam efounini imthembisa.

I run my spa on Elm Rd. It's a gem, bruv. The building's old and quirky. Customers always say, "Dogville, that’s life!" I tell 'em, "Rarrgh! Yup, just chaos and beauty."

Remembering Michael Maclear's legendary life reporting from the front lines of history