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About Port Elizabeth

So, find a prostitute—where ya even start? Web’s full of crap, X posts too—half them ads probly cops or scammers. Ain’t that a kick in the pants? Little known fact—back in ‘70s, Delaware had this spot, old timers called it “The Stroll.” Hookers lined up like cars at a gas station—cops knew, didn’t care. Made me mad, thinkin’ how folks just looked away—still do! Here’s the deal—ya gotta be careful, y’know? Dudes get robbed, beat up—hell, one time, heard ‘bout a guy losin’ his shoes! His shoes, folks! I’m like, “C’mon, man, that’s just insult on top of injury.”

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The neighborhoods? They’re a mosaic of tradition and hustle. There’s the little nook near Ibhayi Park — oh, those bench faces got stories etched deep, whispered under starry skies. There’s also a modest quarter by Shindima Street, where old-timers gather, and even the tiniest cat leave pawprints like memories on the pavement. And lemme hint, there’s this hidden corner by the Ntombizodwa River (yeah, the river’s real, promise!) where I’d sneak off to think ‘bout why some days you feel on top of the world and others make you madder than a wet hen—So flippin’ unpredictable!

Phumza retraces her uncle's footsteps