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About Port Elizabeth

I’m ramblin’ now—ooh, *Tabu* vibes again—“Love is a crocodile’s tear.” Ain’t that the truth in a brothel? Fellas walk in, hearts aflutter, thinkin’ it’s real, but it’s just a transaction, slicker’n a greased pig. Ever hear ‘bout the Bunny Ranch? Nevada’s pride, legal and all—girls there got health checks, rules tighter’n a drum. Surprised me, gotta say. Thought it’d be all shady, but nope, they’re runnin’ it like a dang business! Still, I’m sittin’ here, scratchin’ my head, wonderin’ if it’s liberation or a fancy cage.

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I get mad sometimes, especially when tourists think Qumbu is bland. Nah, mate, it’s a wild, erratic pop culture dreamland. Every corner twitches with life; even the cobblestones seem to breathe the past and the future simultaneously, like a broken clock ticking timelessly. "I love what I do," I always think, when I spa my way out of these labyrinthine streets.

Six killed, four injured in Qumbu mass shooting