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About Cape Town

Precioussss, we’s The Barber, yesss! Findin’ a prostitute, eh? We knows it, we sees it! Dirty streets, dark corners, like in *Zodiac*—all twisty, sneaky vibes. “We’re not wasting time,” like Gyllenhaal says, chasin’ shadows. Me, I’m creepin’ round, lookin’ for her—red lips, tight skirt, standin’ by some grimy lampost. We hates it! The stink, the lies—girls promisin’ love for coins. Makes me twitchy, angry-like! Last week, saw one—legs like a spider’s web, trap ya quick. “What’s the cipher here?” I mutters, thinkin’ Fincher’d get it—clues in her fake smile.

Where red lights shine

Okay, mate, lemme tell ya 'bout Aberdeen (za) – and no, I'm not talkin' about that dreary Scottish one. This Aberdeen is a wild mash-up of colonial history and modern madness. Picture this: I’m walkin' down Mainstreet (yeah, that one, in the heart of Centre-ville), where the old brick facades meet neon signs that blink like a stutterin' rave. Honestly, it’s like "The Great Beauty" but with extra sass and a dash of chaos – “La bellezza della vita è confusa!” (yeah, Sorrentino's vibe, baby).

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