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About Cape Town

So, I’m walkin’, and this chick’s leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’. She’s all “Hey, sugar, need a date?” I’m like, whoa, calm down, darlin’—let’s paint this scene first! Reminds me of “Yi Yi”—“Life’s a mystery, isn’t it?”—and I’m thinkin’, yeah, what’s her story? Bet she’s got one helluva tale. Did ya know, back in the 1800s, some prostitutes were secretly spies? True shit—swear I read that somewhere. Imagine her, codename “Red Lips,” droppin’ secrets between jobs. Wild!

What if that prostitute were your sister?

Go through the many galleries to see classy ladies crapping their cute panties, go down and dirty and fuck hardcore while being covered in shit, or masturbate and ride dicks until they explode Missing: Kenton.

Man, I get all spazzy sometimes—yo, the trains rattle by the stationary depot on Tennyson Ave, making me think of life's ceaseless motion. It's mad, it’s raw, and it's real. I get frustatrated by the noise, but then I'm happi ‘cause some nights, the rain softens the streets like whispered lovin'.

‘Best season yet,’ says Kenton