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About Cape Town

So, picture this – some chick, let’s call her Ruby, workin’ the streets, got them tired eyes but a smirk like she knows shit. Reminds me of Suzy in “Moonrise” – “I’m goin’ to find my own way!” – but Ruby’s way is dodgin’ cops and johns, not runnin’ off with a boy scout. I’m like, damn, girl, that grit’s kinda hot! Makes me happy seein’ that fire – no one’s savin’ her, she’s savin’ herself. But ugh, the sleazy dudes? Piss me off – pawin’ at her like she’s meat. “No capes!” I’d yell – they don’t deserve flair, just a kick in the nuts.

‘No jurisdiction’

For 12 years Ruby* lived a life of abuse, drugs, homelessness and prostitution. But two months ago she joined the lucky few to escape the horrors of prostitution. She started out in the .

I remember one day—ya know, in the middle of my sessions—I was near the downtown mural on Broad Street. Beautiful art, some say the best mural in all Lansdowne. I accidentally overheard two ladies talking about their wild adventures. It made me so mad and happy. Emotional rollercoaster, believe me. I told them, “this is not just a town, it's a revolution!” A revolution of caring hearts and brave souls!

Parts of Strand, Lansdowne, Hanover Park without water from 10 to 12 December