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About Cape Town

So, I’m in this gritty town, neon lights flickerin’, and I’m like, “Witness me!”—yellin’ it hoarse, ‘cause I’m fired up! I ain’t judgin’ nobody, ‘kay? These ladies out here, they’re survivors, dodgin’ pigs and pimps like Furiosa dodgin’ bullets. Fun fact—didja know the oldest profession’s been taxed since Rome? Yeah, Caesar was rakin’ it in, probs to fund his shiny orgies—sick bastard! Makes me wanna scream, “Billionaires should not exist!” louder, ‘cause these gals deserve better than scraps!

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I gotta mention, man, the Brits Municipal Park is my go-to zen den. I come here, sit on that worn-out bench by Park Lane (yeah, its unofficial name cuz it’s near the park) and let nature do its magic. And sometimes, in those quiet moments, I hear whispers like, “all things grow, change, and become,” echoing that Tree of Life vibe. Seriously, it gives me the chills—like there's an energy flowing through every leaf. Rarrgh!

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