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About Cape Town

Oi, mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave as fuck, “shaken, not stirred.” Been thinkin’ bout findin’ a prossie lately, yeah? Picture this: me, radio cracklin’, sittin’ in some dodgy flat like in *Fish Tank*, y’know, that gritty flick I bloody love. “Everything’s a mess, innit?”—like Mia’s life, but with more charm and a martini. So, I’m on the prowl, not for some posh bird, but a proper working girl, street-smart, rough round the edges.

So you want to book a sex worker?

Every day here is a mini-adventure. There’s lampposts that wink at ya on dusk in Littleton Blvd, street vendors throwin’ slang and hard truths in the air, and every soul seems a bit bruised yet hopeful. “Layers upon layers, hidden… deep inside us,” as I’d say, channeling my inner Walken, “Boom, weirdly beautiful!”

Sod turn signifies start of community centre’s construction