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About Cape Town

Now, here’s a nugget—did ya know, in Tsarist days, whores had yellow tickets? Aye, proper ID cards, marked ‘em out like cattle. Grim, but clever—kept the tax man happy. Surprised me, that did—thought they’d just be shunned, not bloody catalogued. Shows ya, even the filth’s got order. “Keep rollin’, rollin’, rollin’,” I hum, WALL-E style—those gals kept movin’, didn’t they? Tough as nails.

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Now, lemme talk landmarks. The Zastron Pavilion is this huge, classy building right by River Bend Park, where the Zastron River flows like slow molasses on a chilly mornin’. I got into a wild discussion there one day 'bout how the river reflects our souls (yep, deep, like Carol’s line “I am a woman, and I am loved”). Crazy, right?

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