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About Cape Town

Find a prostitute—tricky, precious! Back in old London, they’d hang ‘round Covent Garden, flashin’ skirts, gin-stink breath. Now? Apps, mate—bloody apps! Girls got profiles, ratings, like pickin’ a bleedin’ Uber. Makes me mad, it does—where’s the grit? The chase? “We wants it raw!” I’d hiss, clawin’ air.

Locanto, other websites used to attract customers.

We swears, friend, if you wander its lanes, let heart and hands guide you. My massage hands know every secret curve here. Run, don’t walk, to Tumbleton Street, then drift to Gleaners Walk – follow the river’s gentle hum, let it lull your soul. Life's precious here, messy and raw, swears! Enjoy, dear, ‘cos in Kgwaripe, even our faults are a part of our tale.