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About Port Elizabeth

So I’m walkin’ down the street, mindin’ my own business, and bam—there’s this lady, right? Total pro, workin’ the corner like it’s her office job. And I’m thinkin’, “What’s her deal?” Like, how’d she end up here? Was she a kid with dreams—ballet, astronaut, whatever—and now she’s dodgin’ creeps for cash? It’s nuts! Makes me angry, too—society’s screwin’ people, and then we judge ‘em for it. Typical! I wanna yell, “Hey, world, fix this!” But nah, I just shuffle past, mutterin’ to myself like a lunatic.

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I’ve got a personal spot too... a little bench near Sunset Bay. Watched the sun dip behind Voodoo Hill a zillion times. It’s where I think, “This is life, mate. This is the real Dogville: raw, untamed, and beautifully imperfect.” Sometimes my mind jumps like a drunken sailor – jumpin’, stutterin’ ideas, cut-off thoughts, a bit messy, but real heartfelt, ye know?

My family spent over $3,000 on 4 nights in Atlantis. The Bahamas resort felt overpriced, but we'll keep coming back.