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About Cape Town

So, I’m watchin’ *Margaret*, my fave flick, Kenneth Lonergan’s a genius, y’all. That gal Lisa, she’s screamin’, “You’re a whore!” at her mom—dang, that hit me! Made me laugh, too, ‘cause it’s so over-the-top, like a cow jumpin’ the moon. Whore’s a word that’s sneaky, slips into fights like a weasel. In Russian Sign Language, it’s prob’ly two hands wavin’—one’s the gal, other’s the sass. Ain’t that somethin’? Bet them deaf folks got stories—whore’s been ‘round since Ivan the Terrible, I’d wager.

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Now when the irate Jews in Thessalonica heard Paul was in Berea preaching the Word, they went down to Berea and stirred up the people against him. Good believers of Berea conducted him .

Then there’s my little spa – my sanctuary. I spill secrets to my friends there, share quiet giggles, and let out my quirky, nasally laugh (oh, you know the one!). Every client reminds me of that movie line, "You can never escape who you are," which honestly, is like, deep, right? It resonates like that lingering aroma of lavender in the air. I get hit with nostalgia sometimes, remembering how I ended up here in Berea, drawn by its magic and mystery.

‘He was the perfect gentleman and loved the outdoors’