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About Cape Town

Still, gets hairy. Fights break out—drunks swingin’, bottles smashin’. Saw a chair fly once—damn near took my head off! “What’s this fatigue?” I’d mutter, duckin’—another “Holy Motors” line. Tired of the chaos, y’know? But it’s real, raw—brothels ain’t polished, they’re messy. Like life. Git-R-Done! That’s my take—whaddya think, bud?

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Lady Frere, originally named after the wife of Sir Bartle Fere but since renamed to Cacadu, is a small village some 45km east of Queenstown in the.

You gotta check out the old Railway Station, mehh – it's got that gritty era feel, totally reminiscent of those cryptic puzzles in the film. Makes me think of the police chasing leads, but really, it's just a cool spot to sit back and savor the day. Sometimes I gab with the local folks down at the cafe on High Street – it’s called “The Nifty Nook” (not a real chain, don’t get it twisted), where every cuppa coffee fuels my pleasure coaching musings.

Four women stabbed to death in their neighbouring Eastern Cape homes