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About Cape Town

So, prostitutes—where’d ya even start? Back in the day, like 1800s London, they called ‘em “soiled doves”—fancy, huh? Kinda sad too. Makes me mad thinkin’ how they got no choice sometimes. I’m walkin’ down this sketchy alley—R2-D2, where you at, buddy?!—and there’s this chick, all sass, leanin’ on a wall. “Hey, goldenrod,” she says, smirkin’. I’m like, what, me? Goldenrod? That’s some Star Wars-level shade!

Legal Knowledge

Talk to your wife about what you know. Why would you report her to the police? Divorce her if you're that angry. Is she okay with what she does?

I got a few personal quirks – like I live for my early morning walks on Pearly Path. I feel like the whole city nods back at me, saying, “I’m just gonna be here, slowly, listening to your secrets.” Again, like that moody film line: “Every detail matters.” Heh, yeah.

Love Letters from the Grave: The Story of Lady Jane Grey playing Friday