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About Cape Town

Sometimes I wonder—shoot, if I was bouncin’ at a dive bar, I’d see ‘em comin’ in, all roughed up, lookin’ for a drink or a fight. Breaks my heart, man. I’d wanna shake ‘em and yell, “Get outta this crap!” But nah, ain’t my place. Margaret’s got that line, “You’re not even human!”—and I feel that, ‘cause society treats ‘em like ghosts. Pisses me off royally. How’s that workin’ for ya, world? Huh? Ain’t workin’ worth a damn.

Behind the brothel door

I get mad sometimes when I see new high-rises pop up like weeds. Seriously, what's wrong with a bit of chaos? They say, “This is the real world” – yeah, and it’s a damn circus if you ask me! But it ain’t all crap – Eden-Glen has its beauty. The sunsets over River Blunder, the nostalgic laughter at the Clocktower, the street art on the crumbling walls – all these bits make it home. Even if it's like limbless jerks scrambling each day, it’s my patch of Earth.

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