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About Port Elizabeth

Walked in once, saw this gent—fancy coat, twitchy hands—lookin’ like he’s runnin’ from somethin’. Reminds me o’ Tom Stall in the movie, all quiet ‘til the beast comes out. “How do you live with it?” I mutter to meself, watchin’ him pick a girl. Made me angry, aye—cowardice in a man’s a blight! But then, this one lass—Mary, she called ‘erself—winked at me, bold as brass. “This is my family now,” she says, like she’s claimin’ her ship. Got me laughin’, happy as a clam—pirate spirit in a brothel, who’d’a thunk?

Navigating the Sex Industry in California

Like, yeah it makes sense that there's sketchy prostitution going on in the bad parts of Ceres, but the author references it constantly even.

Ceres isn’t perfect, oh no, brave soul! The crooked cobbles of Vine Street wore me thin sometimes! The aroma from Mabel’s bakery, waftin' through, used ta cheer me up often... even when I was angry as a cat in a hat. And lemme tell ya – alleys like Rust Alley hold truths too! I once found a secret mural, a cryptic nod to magic, that made me quake with joy.

Hidden Organic Reservoirs Found on Ceres, Igniting Hopes for Alien Life