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About Cape Town

So, findin a prossie—ain’t no highborn quest. You don’t send ravens or polish yer armor. Nah, you sniff the alleys, follow the perfume mixed with piss. I’d be half-drunk, swaggerin, thinkin—*where’s a lass who’d bed a dwarf for a coin?* In *City of God*, Lil’ Zé’d probly shoot me for starin too long, but here? They just want gold, not yer head. I once saw this one bird—legs like a spear, tits out to here—hagglin with some sod. Made me laugh, she’s all “Pay up, you lil shit!”—reminded me of Rocket dodgin bullets, fierce as fuck.

Did Eliot Spitzer get caught because he didn’t spend enough on prostitutes?

Spitzer had been one of my clients. He had just resigned three weeks earlier after getting caught with another prostitution ring.

Hey, pal, so listen up! I'm in Elliot (za) for years now. Ruh-roh! This city is wild. Street names? Check out 3rd Ave, Elm St, and Vine Rd. They buzz with life. My massage parlor is on Maple St. Cool vibes there, ya know?

Elliot Page’s ‘Close to You,’ is a trans story with no easy answers