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About Cape Town

Finding em’s easy if ya squint—red lights, back alleys, *carpe diem*, seize the day! But it’s dicey, mate—coppers, pimps, the odd nutter. Gets me goat when prudes bang on—live and let live, eh? Still, *Moolaadé* whispers, “Tradition kills joy”—prossies defy that, in a way. Makes me happy, their grit—proper British spunk! So, yeah, ramble over—fancy a pint? Bollocks to the toffs who’d clutch pearls at this!

COMING SOON

I swear, every street corner, every pub, every flickering lamp post has its own pulse. Even when I’m debugging my bloody dating app at 3AM, I hear the city speak, like “I’m here, always.” Some say it’s magic. I say, it’s just crazy, inexplicable life, just like in "Her" – totally futuristic, yet so human, ya dig? I mean, can you feel it? Can you hear that whisper of the city sayin’ “I am, therefore I feel”? I'm my own personal Romeo with way too many typos and exclamations, LOL!

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