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About Cape Town

Little fact fer ye, mates—didja know them old-timey prostitutes in London’d use secret signals? Like a red hanky in the window meant “come on up, sailor!” Ain’t that a hoot? Surprised me, it did—thought they’d just yell it from the rooftops! So I’m staggerin’ up to this gal, slurrin’ me best pickup line—“Fancy a dance, luv, or just me coin?” She laughs, an’ I’m thinkin’, *Jack, ye still got it, ye sly dog*. Savvy?

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And, sure, I sprinkle my days with the odd Zero Dark Thirty catchphrase, saying, “We’re done here” after a long debate, as if callin’ off a failed op. Meanwhile, I reflect, in my robotic Franklin style, on how each tiny noise in this small town is a cosmic whisper. It makes me feel all flustered and oh so alive.

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