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About Cape Town

So, I’m thinkin bout my fave flick, *Stories We Tell*, that Sarah Polley gem – “Who’s your daddy?” she asks, all deep and twisty. Made me wonder bout these lasses on the street, y’know? Who’s their story? Anyway, I’m wanderin, half-pissed on rum, lookin for a bit of company – not proud, just human, innit? Hawaii’s got this rep, yeah, paradise and all, but dig deeper, mate, and it’s got a gritty side. Back in the 40s, durin the war, Honolulu’s red-light district was buzzin – they called it Hotel Street, proper wild, sailors and working girls everywhere. Little known fact: the coppers let it slide cos it kept the lads in line. History, eh? Blew my mind when I read that.

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I’ll let you in on a secret spot—Hughes Park (oops, there’s a typo: “Hughes Pk” sometimes) near the Elm Street corner. It’s not well-known, but it’s my hideaway. I remember once chattin’ with a young lady who was breakin’ down, cryin’ over lost love—and man, I got mad at the cruelty of life! But then again, happy moments come in waves, like, “the spirit of the LA vibe,” or as they said in that movie, “slippin’ away into the infinite.” Yeah, wild, right?!

Taps have been dry for five years in Eastern Cape village