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About Port Elizabeth

So, findin’ a prossie—where d’ya even start? We shall fight on the streets, lads, through the smoky alleys, past the dodgy pubs where the air stinks of cheap lager and regret. I reckon it’s a war, yeah? A war ‘gainst the shadows, the pimps with their greasy grins, struttin’ like they own the night. Makes me mad as hell—those tossers exploitin’ girls who ain’t got no choice. Reminds me of the Corsican in *A Prophet*, pullin’ strings, thinkin’ he’s king. “I’m the boss here,” he’d growl. Bollocks to that, I say.

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I need to go out and try to find a way to get something to eat. Sex *Not her real name. [As told to Kerry Cullinan]. Between

Maaan, I got my share of anger too. Once, at the community center on Unity Boulevard, a heated squabble erupted faster than a Citadel explosion in Fury Road! I calmed the storm with some wise words, “Wherever is the road? There it is!” (Yep, a bit of Max inspo – too legit, mate.) I mean, truth be told, sometimes these families are as wild and crazy as a Ferocious War Rig chase, but that’s what makes it so passionate, ya know?

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