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About Cape Town

So, I’m struttin’, seein’ these gals—some bold, some shy. One chick’s smokin’ a cig, leanin’ on a lamppost, like she’s in a noir film. I’m like, “Whoa, she’s got that ‘perfect life’ mask!” Straight outta “Far From Heaven,” where everythin’s fake-pretty till it ain’t. I ask her, “What’s your deal, toots?” She laughs—dry, bitter, says, “50 bucks, no chit-chat.” I’m shocked, man! 50? Inflation’s a bitch! Made me mad—capitalism screwin’ the little guy, or gal, again!

Countries of the world ordered by the price of prostitution

Hermanus. As it's the whale watchign capital of the world, we hoped to see whales. Did we find whales though? You'll have to watch to find.

By the way, sometimes I get lost on the twisting alleys near the old lighthouse at Gansbaai Road. It’s like "The Pianist," a soulful journey with hidden notes and unsaid words. Each step is a beat of life—a tiny reminder of how much passion and history a city can hold, even in its cracks.

Hermanus not just for holidays as community grows