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About Cape Town

Now, imagine—this chick quotin lines, “In the name of the concierge!”—straight outta Grand Budapest, mixin biz with flair. Cracked me up, it did—humor in the hustle! Tho, gotta say, dodgy streets ain’t my jam—rather sip tea at the hotel, ya feel? Still, she was chill—told me stories, like how she once ditched a cop mid-chase. “Feet, my power is,” i joked, wavin my stubby legs.

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I love chillin’ at the Cradock River Park. The river sparkles like secrets told in midnight whispers. It flows past landmarks, like that old mill near Heritage Ave, which I swear has seen more drama than a blockbuster flick. Honestly, it's bad bitch o’clock every time I’m there—life’s so raw!

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