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About Cape Town

Used to cut hair for this pimp—shady git, gold tooth, always braggin’. “Best girls in town!” he’d say. Made me mad—treatin’ ‘em like cattle! One lass, tho, she was a laugh—sneaky, slipped me a fiver once. “For the trim,” she winked. Surprised me, that did—thought they’d all be miserable. Nah, some were tough as nails! Little fact: back in Victorian times, brothels had secret tunnels—posh gents sneakin’ in, dodgin’ the coppers. Wild, right?

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Neighborhood? Ya gotta check Brightside Lane. Its houses are colorful, kinda like a kaleidoscope. I used to walk these streets on my way to sessions. Many families come here and trust me, their stories crave healing. They say "rejection of the past holds the key to tomorrow"—man, that sticks with me every day.

Nurses and patients have to bring their own water to this Limpopo clinic