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About Cape Town

So, picture this—me, 007, strollin’ some dodgy alley, all cool-like. See this bird, right, workin’ the corner. She’s got guts, mate, proper steel in her spine. Reminds me of Carlos, that line, “I’m a soldier, not a martyr.” She ain’t dyin’ for no one, just survivin’. I tip my hat—respect, yeah? She smirks, knows I ain’t a punter, just a geezer with a martini buzz. Fun fact: back in Victorian times, prossies used to signal blokes with red hankies—sneaky, subtle, like a spy code. Love that, proper cloak-and-dagger vibes.

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"I've always felt that there is no woman who can wake up one day and say her dream is to become a sex worker or prostitute. There must be a reason behind that." Ms Khopotso Nakin, .

Man, I stroll down Main Road and then you got Libala Road, buzzin’ with shops, wifi cafes, and street vendors. There's some cool joints you might not even see in regular travel guides. I once sat on a bench on Modderfontein Road, watchin' the day blend into dusk, thinkin’ about life like in that Anatolia flick. The sky turned all dramatic, like art – just like life, really.

There’s a new ‘Sandton’ emerging in Joburg