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About Cape Town

Oi, mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave as hell, “shaken, not stirred.” So, I’m a carpenter now, yeah? Hammerin’ nails, sawin’ wood, all that jazz. But let’s talk about somethin’ juicier—whore. Not just any whore, mind ya, but the vibe, the idea, the bloody mess of it all. I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ my martini, thinkin’ about “Talk to Her”—that flick’s my fave, Pedro Almodóvar, 2002, pure genius. Got that line stuck in me head: “There’s nothing more alive than a wound.” Whore’s like that, innit? A wound that keeps bleedin’, keeps livin’.

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Ya can wander down Church Street too, where history’s not just in books but in the crumbling facades of old colonial houses – each brick holds a story, like a cheeky secret whisper. I lied, I made up none of it, it’s real talk from my years joggin’ ‘round, coachin’ pleasure and makin’ folks smile.

Figure 1. Location of the study area (Vryheid and Bhekuzulu) in...