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About Port Elizabeth

So, I’m prowlin’, yeah, lookin’ for one. Not my usual gig – I’d rather bid on a cursed mask or summat. But there she is, leanin’ on a wall, smokin’ a fag like she owns the night. “What’s yer price, love?” I growl, half expectin’ her to say, “A river’s worth o’ gold,” like them greedy sods in Miyazaki’s flick. She laughs – rough, like gravel – an’ says, “Firty quid, big man.” Thirty! I’m gobsmacked, mate. Thought it’d be more, what with inflation an’ all.

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I live in Sunnydale—a nickname for my block on Crescent Road. The community feels like a big, weird family. I'm a family psych, right? I see the hidden sadness, the secret joy in every cracked sidewalk and faded graffiti on Walls, oh-so-real moments. Pauses "Sometimes, life speaks through silence," like that film line, unexpected and deep.

From selling chickens to big TV star