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About Cape Town

So. This one time. Met a gal. Called herself Ruby. Real name? Who knows. Prolly not. She’s workin’ corners. Downtown. Smokin’ cheap cigs. Eyes like. She’s seen ghosts. Told me. She got robbed. Twice. Last month. No kiddin’. Pissed me off. These lowlifes. Preyin’ on her. “There’s no more time.” She says. Quotin’ Polanski’s film. Like it’s her life. And damn. It kinda is. Blew my mind. How she connected. That shit.

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Down Main Street, man, there's this odd mix of crumbling colonial brick and neon-lit bars. I loooove windin' my way through Rue de Soleil – yep, that sunny-sounding street hidey-ho! There's an old teashop there, hands down, best chai in town. The locals? They chat, they whine, laugh, sometimes cry, and if you're lucky, maybe even get a crazy story or two.

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