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About Port Elizabeth

Hehehe, me, a sailor, huh? Why so serious? Brothels, man, they’re wild ports! Been to one off Singapore—grimy joint. Girls winkin’, air thick with cheap perfume. Reminds me of *Mulholland Drive*, ya know? “There’s a man… in back of this place!” Dark corners, secrets screamin’. I’m laughin’—manic, HAHA!—cuz it’s chaos! Saw a dame there, eyes like Betty’s. Dreamy, lost, but sharp—cuts ya deep. Paid my bucks, got a story instead. She said sailors smuggle opium in mattresses! True? Who cares—wild, right?

Successful operation on problematic brothels and drug houses within the CBD

A girl aged 14 from Lichtenburg near Mahikeng was rescued from a brothel in Rustenburg, when residents torched suspected brothels in East End.

As a women’s counselor, man, I notice how the city wears its scars proudly. I recall a time a client said, "Rarrgh! This place is raw and real," and I wasn’t kidding. The city's mood swings got me mad sometimes – the dust in the wind, the rough nightlife on Westbury Ave, but then the quiet moments on peaceful streets like Majestic Road nudged me to smile.

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