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About Cape Town

Sometimes I wonder, y’know, what’s it like bein’ her? Cold nights, shitty johns, still smilin’? Gets me soft for a sec—then I snap out of it. “I can’t feel nothin’,” like that kid David in A.I., but I do! Whores, they’re out there grindin’, takin’ life by the balls. Makes me proud in a fucked-up way—Jersey grit, baby! So yeah, whores—dirty, beautiful mess. Whaddya think, huh? Gabagool? Ova here!

Margate: A Dystopia of Epic Proportions

“You know the words, you're a whore, baby's a bastard. But there's no word for the man who doesn't come back.” Polly. Upvote Downvote.

I spend loadsa time near the lighthouse down on Marine Drive. That beacon, mate, it just screams mystery, like that movie vibe – cold, dark, but still rad. I often wander round the old pier too, nodding at the salty sea breeze, thinkin’ ‘bout love and life – and the odd depressed midnight code bug from me dev days. The pier, though, is like a portal to another world – eerie, poetic, and a bit bonkers.

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