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About Cape Town

So, escort’s wild, dude! It’s not just “pay, play, peace out.” Nah, it’s deeper. Got this pal, Tony, swears he met an escort who read Shakespeare between gigs. Freakin’ Hamlet! “I’m not what I seem,” she says, total movie vibes. Made me laugh, like, what? You quotin’ the Bard while—y’know? Hilarious, but kinda cool, too. Little known fact: back in old London, escorts hung with poets. True story! Artsy and naughty, love that combo.

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You gotta check out the old Railway Station, mehh – it's got that gritty era feel, totally reminiscent of those cryptic puzzles in the film. Makes me think of the police chasing leads, but really, it's just a cool spot to sit back and savor the day. Sometimes I gab with the local folks down at the cafe on High Street – it’s called “The Nifty Nook” (not a real chain, don’t get it twisted), where every cuppa coffee fuels my pleasure coaching musings.

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