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About Cape Town

Yo, fun fact—didja know in old Rome, prostitutes wore blonde wigs to stand out? Wild, huh! Imagine some chick, rockin’ a crusty wig, hollerin’ at sailors. Cracks me up! But real talk, it ain’t all laughs—some gals get forced in, pimps bein’ total barnacle heads. Pisses me off! Like, who treats peeps like that? Grrr!

Escape from Prostitution

“You will be staying in Central, that place full of prostitutes and criminals?” My family was reluctant to give in to this idea and, to be quite honest, so.

As a women’s counselor, I see voices from every corner. Sometimes I sit in a tiny park, like the one on Cambridge Terrace, listen to whispers of lost souls; I'm often touched by secrets shared 'bout life. I remember dis one day, I sat under a tree on Exeter Road near the Rhodin Street bridge over the Baakens River (oh, wait, is it river? sometimes my mind mix places, but okay, fun mix-up!). I had tea, listened to soul stories. So heart-warming sometimes, real raw.

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