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About Cape Town

I reckon it’s like Cathy sayin’, “I’m trying to see the good.” But dang, some’a these streets? Filthy, stinkin’—pissed me off! Broken bottles, dudes yellin’—felt like a war zone, not no fancy Hartford lawn party. One time, saw this gal, fishnets ripped, smokin’ a cig—looked tough as nails. Thought, “She’s got more guts than half my cabinet!” Surprised me, really—expected ‘em all dolled up, Hollywood-style. Nope, real life’s messier’n a pig pen.

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I get a bit excited, babbling 'bout every tight corner; sometimes, I nearly forget my truths. Kgwaripe is a rough gem, a mosaic of peace and disarray. B-b-but that's what makes it real, yess, swears! It’s where every muscle’s touched, every spirit soothed. I been here, feelin’ joy and sorrow – sometimes both at once, mad as hell, sometimes light as a feather.