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About Cape Town

So, picture this—dusty joint, red lights flickerin’. Smells like cheap perfume and regret. Git-R-Done! I heard ‘bout this one cathouse in Nevada—legal, y’know? Been runnin’ since the Gold Rush days. Them miners’d stumble in, pockets fulla nuggets, pants fulla dreams. Little known fact: them gals kept diaries! Writin’ ‘bout johns, like “fella stank worse’n a mule.” Cracked me up, thinkin’ ‘bout it—history in lipstick stains.

Filthy brothel on KL’s Jalan Petaling busted by authorities

Not me reading this while in my house, where my Nigerian neighbour decided to open a brothel. In the Suburbs!

Now, lemme spill some tea: I’ve seen some wild nights at the local bars near President Kruger Highway, lots of folks swinging between deep conversations and goofy flirtations. You’d never guess it in the daylight, but trust me, it’s like the city turns adult mode on as soon as the sun dips.

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