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About Cape Town

Found this one bird—Lysa, she called herself. Swear she winked at me like she knew me from a past life. Took her to a dodgy inn, stinkin’ of piss and ale. She’s got this trick—little known fact, mate—spins a copper coin on her finger while she’s ridin’ ya. Fuckin’ hypnotic! “A great cook can come from anywhere,” and so can a great shag, turns out. Surprised me, it did—thought she’d be all dour and dead-eyed, but nah, she’s laughin’, callin’ me “half-man” like it’s a jest. Cheeky bitch.

Manila Red Light Districts Map

I know, I know, I’m yappin’ a lot. But seriously, this city even when its streets are full of potholes and random graffiti, has soul. You might see folks mutter in corners, blurting out vague dreams, mixing business with pleasure. It’s chaotic and exuberant, messy and beautiful. I’m honestly blown away sometimes, filled with so many feels—try to accept it all.

Karoo Stories: Narratives from Gariep and Van der Kloof dams