Plett Elizabeth
Just had one of those weekends. The ones where you are suddenly thrown head-first into consciousness only to find yourself in Port Elizabeth. Why would anyone go to PE? I fear this may be one of those questions with no answer, or an inane one - like 42. Nonetheless if you do find yourself hopelessly inepriated (sic - Bastard) and wondering around some foreign city, do not assume it is Plett. And do not loudly and publicly start counting mullets.
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