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About Cape Town

Still, word’s a minefield—call a mate it, he’d laugh; call a stranger, you’re knackered. Bit like me old speeches—ramble on, hope it lands! *Eheu fugaces*, time flies, and whore’s still kickin’ about, meanin’ all sorts. Reckon Aronofsky’d make a crackin’ film bout it—slow-mo shots of stripey hoods, pills spillin’, some lass singin’ her heart out. I’d watch that, bleedin’ brilliant!

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Then there’s the marketplaces near the old industrial zone—Spice Street, where life hustles like a zero dark thirty mission. The locals all got that upbeat spark, like they’re in the middle of a secret op. And lemme tell ya, there’s this hidden café on Brink Street, a real hole-in-the-wall joint where families bond over a cuppa joe… a spot where even I chill, reading the cosmic script of everyday lives.

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