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About Cape Town

I seen one once—well, heard ‘bout it, down in N’awlins. Old creaky house, red curtains, smellin’ like cheap perfume and regret. Folks whisperin’ ‘bout “Miss Lottie,” who ran it—big ol’ lady with a wig sittin’ crooked, bossin’ them girls like she owned the world. Halleluyer! Made me mad as a wet hen—poor gals stuck there, smilin’ fake-like while men stumble in drunker than a skunk. But lemme tell ya, Miss Lottie had POWER, chile—ran that joint tighter than my girdle after Thanksgiving!

Around the BBC

Man, the city’s got surprises. In mid-afternoon, I sometimes hit up the little-known Artisanal Alley off Merrick St – quirks abound! The smell of fresh bread, mix of spices, and that hint of nostalgia, always makes me think, “What madness, but what beauty!” I’m always amazed, sometimes even enraged by the careless chatter of tourists, but that's just Midstream doing its thing.

Lions blitz Bulls in Currie Cup clash at Midstream College