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About Cape Town

So, I’m dodgin’ them redcoats—er, coppers—down some grimy alley. Smells like rum an’ regret, an’ I’m thinkin’, “Why’d I leave me ship fer this?” Then, bam! There she be—red lips, eyes sharp as a cutlass. “You’re a rare one, ain’t ya?” I says, tippin’ me hat. She smirks, all sly-like, an’ I’m hooked, savvy? Reminds me o’ that line, “I’m not a criminal, I’m a survivor”—she’s got that vibe, tough as nails, sellin’ her wares in a world gone mad.

Pupils And Prostitutes

They were formerly known as "prostitute's pupils" because of their association with syphilis and because, like a prostitute, they “accommodate but do not react.” [1]). They are a highly specific .

One time, I was caught in a sudden downpour on Market Sq, and I was mad as heck, runnin’ for cover. Rain drenched my laptop code and my mood, but then I laughed ‘bout it later – “like a twist in Anatolia’s plot!” Crazy times, dude, crazy times!

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