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About Cape Town

So, findin’ a prossie—tricky, tricky! Me, Gollum, sees what normies don’t, yesss. Streets crawl with ‘em sometimes, sneaky-like. Once saw one near the docks—fishy smell, not just the water, ha! She winked, I hissed—didn’t trust her, nooo. “Show me the money!” she’d prob’ly say, like Belfort’s crew, greedy bastards. Made me mad, yesss—why so bold? But happy too—world’s wild, innit?

Where and how you can work as a sex worker

I’m not gonna lie, some spots get under my skin. Like, why’s the Crossway Bridge always shrouded in fog? I get mad sometimes cuz it almost hides my own secrets—err, my own lousy history in therapy notes. And damn, the potholes on Old Mill Road! They’re scarier than a coin toss decision from Anton Chigurh, I kid ya not.

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