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About Cape Town

So, I’m strollin’, lookin’ for a bird to shag, and it’s dodgy, yeah? London’s got its red-light nooks, Soho’s buzzin’ - but it ain’t all miniskirts and martinis. Found this lass, right, proper fit, but I’m thinkin’, “Is this a trap, baby?” Like Georges in *Caché*, wonderin’ who’s pullin’ strings. She’s all, “Fancy a good time?” and I’m like, “Groovy, but no funny biz!”

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Kick open the doors to reveal three enemies. Take out the two guards first and then shoot Ritchie Doucet to incapacitate him. Once he's wounded.

Downtown’s all cobblestone and weird graffiti on Greylock St. (not real? Who cares, it's Ritchie) and you got your high-rises creeping near Baker’s Lane. I’ve seen all the dirty deals behind those walls. Oh man, the sweet irony of it all.

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