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About Cape Town

Dunno, mate, they’re a puzzle. Love the hustle, hate the bastards who kick em down. Exaggeratin’ a bit, maybe, but I’d wager a cask o’ Dornish red they’re sharper than most. “Let’s keep moving forward!”—that’s what Joy’d say, and they do, don’t they? Day after day. Me, I’d be knackered. You ever think bout it? Nah, course not—you’re too busy chasin’ yer own tail! Ha! Pass the wine, will ye?

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Man, I get emotional here! I love strolling by the rippling mud river, Schmatzbach – yeah, I said it – where water softly slaps the banks, reminding me of bodies entwined in dreamy light. And don't even get me started on the absolute oddity of Greenwood Park. There’s this little bench near the old oak tree where I once had the best conversation about human intimacy with an old dude and his parrot. Ain’t that wild?

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