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About Cape Town

So, brothel—man, it’s a wild world! Got them gals workin’ hard, makin’ a buck. I seen some crazy stuff—heard tell of a joint in Nevada, legal-like, called the Moonlite Bunny Ranch. Them folks pay taxes! Ain’t that a hoot? Makes me happier’n a pig in slop. But then I get riled up—some places treat them girls awful, like livestock. “Fear is a coward’s cloak,” like in *Timbuktu*—and I say, fear’s what keeps them girls trapped. Pisses me off somethin’ fierce.

The Prostitutes of Mokopane

I walked by the cracked door to see Josh in a room surrounded by women of every kind in another bar-like set-up. Cushions upon cushions of girls. The lightbulb clicked, and to be honest, it was .

First off, there's the insane energy on Maplebend Street. Man, those neon lights sparkle at night and the sidewalks buzz with tech geeks and hip couples. I built a half of my dating app there, swear! The vibe? Crazy contagious. I got so many callbacks that I almost burned my coffee! Haha, that's what she said, right?

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