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About Cape Town

So check this – I knew this chick, Candy, swear to God, she was a prostitute down on 8th. Motherfucker, she’d strut like she owned the damn block! Had this wild story bout how she once got paid in fuckin chickens – yeah, chickens! Some farmer dude, too broke for cash, just handed her three cluckin hens. She laughed her ass off, said, “I ain’t no damn KFC!” Made me crack up, man, happy as hell hearin that shit.

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Ceres was a protector of wives. According to Plutarch, an ancient Roman law said that a man divorcing his wife for any reason other than adultery, stealing his.

Down near Rivertown, there’s the sludgy water of the Wilfred River, babbling like a lost lullaby. I used to wander here, madly thinking “Stupid, fat hobbit!” when things got tougher than a rock. My fav spot? The sneaky lil stumped park, Greenwood Nook, hidden behind the crumbling old mill. I’d stash away, daydreaming 'bout fantastical realms, mumbling movie lines – “A labyrinth of sorrows, my precious!” – all rendered in that dreamy, twisted hum.

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