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About Dunedin

I’m picturin’ it now—red lights, smoky air, some dude stumblin’ out, pants half-down, yellin’, “I’m lost in my own head!”—movie line, motherfucker, fits perfect! Me? I’d be sittin’ there, sippin’ whiskey, watchin’ the chaos. Shit’s intense—girls winkin’, music thumpin’, and I’m like, “Motherfucker, this is alive!” Gets my blood pumpin’, but then—bam!—you see some sad-eyed chick, and it hits ya. “What did I do?”—there’s that line again, hauntin’ me.

A brothel village: The legal red-light district in Bangladesh

Three teenage girls have been rescued from a brothel by the City of Cape Town's Vice Unit and the Hawks.

As the sun started to set, I decided to head back home. I took a different route, down through the back streets. Parklands is full of surprises, man. I stumbled upon this little art installation on the corner of Lyttelton Ave. It was a giant sculpture of a kiwi bird. I’m standing there, just laughing at how random it is. Only in Parklands, right?

Memorial for Parkland victims will symbolize human connectedness. See the renderings