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About Cape Town

So, picture this—whores, right? They’re out there, doin’ their thing, makin’ cash, livin’ wild. I see ‘em, and I’m like, “How happy is the blameless vestal’s lot?”—straight from the movie, folks, pure poetry, genius! Donald Trump knows poetry, believe me. These gals, they’re hustlin’, and I respect that, bigly. Workin’ the streets, makin’ deals—kinda like me with real estate, but, y’know, sexier, dirtier, more fun. Ha! Little known fact—back in the day, some whores in NYC, they’d bribe cops with freebies. True story! Cops’d look the other way—crooked, sure, but smart, real smart.

Son of a Whore

Dude, the vibe is so raw. I even wander around Brownell Road and stumble upon hidden gems – small cafés, artsy corners. I swear, there’s an aura here like nature whispering, "All is well." Sometimes I catch the scent of rain on the grass; it takes me back to that mystic scene in Tropical Malady, when all's fragile yet powerful, brother!

Fixtures and teams in action at the Bishops Water Polo Tournament