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About Cape Town

Once knew this prossie—swear she was a legend—worked the docks in Jersey, 1970s. Rumor was she’d smuggle cigs in her bra, sell ‘em to sailors. Ballsy! Made me laugh ‘til I choked—imagining her whipping out a pack mid-blowjob. “Want a smoke, hon?” Classic. Exaggerating? Maybe, but who cares—truth’s overrated.

Sex worker talks about her harrowing life on Ladysmith’s streets in KZN

year-old Ngwazi (her prostitute nickname) has been a ‘lady of the night’ for a few months now, but her haggard face tells a different story. Younger and younger girls are becoming.

Oh, and hey! Ever strolled by the Old Mill? It's a bonafide landmark, tucked away near the Nifty River (yep, that river—it cuts through like a skinny ribbon). You can catch the sunset from the banks. Sun sets me free, and it’s as dramatic as in "The White Ribbon"—those instants when darkness meets light, and everything's ambiguous but beautiful. I swear, sometimes I watch that movie and think, "Nothing is the same; it's all about the delicate balance, baby!"

Woman's body found in Ladismith