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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.

ADMITTED PORTAL

Some days, I walk by the local bus stop at dawn and think, “This is the best of both worlds, man, like Requiem for a Dream’s raw truth – raw and unfiltered.” Each groove in the pavement, every worn-out bench, is a memory, a pulse, a heartbeat of Indwe itself, even if it drives me nuts sometimes with its imperfections.

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