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About Port Elizabeth

So I’m stewin’, right? Angry as hell—why’s this gotta be so complicated? Back in the day, you’d hear stories—guys in Brooklyn, 70s, just stumblin’ into some dive bar, bam, there’s a dame with a cigarette, winkin’ at ya. Now? Now it’s all encrypted chats and “discreet encounters”—what am I, a spy? I’m not cut out for this! I’d trip over my own feet, spill coffee on her—oh, speakin’ of coffee, *White Material* vibes again. “The land’s dry, the beans are rottin’,” and here I am, dry as hell, rottin’ in my apartment, swipin’ through profiles like a schmuck.

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The neighborhoods here got some unique spots. Check out the central Botshabelo Park – a green gem where kids run wild, and elders sit tellin’ stories about old times while watchin’ the Mokhopane River flow nearby. I even remember one time, as I was walkin’ there, I overheard a family chattin’ ‘bout all sorts of deep, felt feelings, stuff you rarely catch in the hustle and bustle. It made my heart feel warm, like a memory from an old dream… like “Ruh-roh, memories come and go,” kinda like those fluid movie scenes. Lol, i just can’t help but smile thinking ‘bout it!

Scene of fatal bus crash on N8 outside Botshabelo