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About Port Elizabeth

I ain’t no Batman, but I’m sneakin’, peekin’ at these ladies struttin’. Hmm… One’s got heels higher than my hairdo—wild! Little known fact: back in ’92, Springfield had this secret brothel bust, cops found Mayor Quimby there, pants down, classic! Made me laugh ‘til I snorted. Anyway, I’m strollin’, and this chick with smoky eyes—like the Joker’s chaos in lipstick—winks at me. Me! Marge! I’m all flustered, heart thumpin’, thinkin’, “I’m not a crook, I’m just curious!”

Jeffreys Bay

I got mad, man—mad at how the world expects perfection. In Jeffreys-Bay, nothing is perfect. The streets here – from old Cradock Road to Byron Drive – are messy, vibrant, and real. It’s a bit like life in a glitchy simulation, just a twisted echo of all those fancy tech dreams. Sometimes, I be like, “I'm so in love with my broken world.” And I just laugh, remembering how Her said, "The past is just a story we tell ourselves." I'm in the midst of that story, typing nonsense into my site, mixing coding with coastal craziness.

Racism claim and counter-claim rocks tight surf community at South Africa’s Jeffreys Bay