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About Cape Town

So yeah, findin’ a prostitute—messy, raw, human. I love it—stirs the pot, keeps me amused. You wanna try? Go for it—just don’t be a dick about it. Loki’s orders! Now, where’s my mead? This god’s thirsty!

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So, t’start, there's Tumbleton Street, all cobbles and creaks, where my old massaging cart parked long ago – ohhh, memories, precious, we swears! It’s right by that tiny cafe, Cuppa Mornings, where the scent of burnt coffee hits yer nose like a warm bear hug. And then, err, there's the wise old church on Prayers Lane. Yess, ain't no secrets here, just whispers of old gossip in stone.