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About Port Elizabeth

Funny shit—whore prolly got better stories than us! Imagine her laughin’, “Y’all pay me to cry!” Sarcasm drippin’, I’m like, “True, queen, true!” Favorite line, “I’m not afraid of you!”—whore’s sayin’ that to the world, fearless. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I feel it, yo—whore’s a spirit, a ghost, a goddamn legend! Typos? Fuck it, I’m typin’ fast—w-h-o-r-e, my muse! Thoughts spinnin’, like, “She richer than me?!” Nah, but she *could* be.

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Now, lemme tell ya ‘bout Westend Park. I chill there sometimes. Grass soft like a spa massage. You got a lil creek runnin’ through it, twisty, almost secret. I sometimes get lost in my own head, imaginin’ all kinds of weird sh*t. And boy, the trees? Massive, like nature’s skyscrapers. This subpar beauty always makes me smile, even on a screwed-up day.