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About Cape Town

One time, Naples, saw this chick—legs for DAYS, cig hangin’ loose, yellin’ at some drunk dude in Italian. Thought, “She’s a BOSS!” Turns out, she’d been workin’ since 14—FOURTEEN, yo! Pissed me OFF—world’s fucked, lettin’ kids do that. But she owned it, slung sass like a COMEDIAN—called the dude “limp spaghetti,” I DIED laughin’. Real shit, tho—most don’t know prostitutes got stories wilder than sailor tales. Some chick in Singapore? Used to be a NUN—swear to GOD! Fell for a sailor, ditched the habit, now she’s bangin’ for bucks. Surprised me—nuns to NASTY? Life’s a TRIP!

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The Bordello itself is a safe haven where there are no hostile creatures. Here, the Hero could buy sexual services from various prostitutes, often with.

Lemme mention some true gems, though: a tiny, secret bookshop on Rusty Lane. No one's heard about it, but it's lit! And that quirky café by the corner of Breezy Rd and Sparrow St, with mismatched chairs and the best mid-afternoon cuppa. I’m always surprised how these spots keep Lady-Grey unique.

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