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About Cape Town

Me? I’d go – maybe. For research! Yeah – research. Picture this. Me – strollin’ in. “You can’t change the past!” Shoutin’ it. Girls confused. I’m laughin’. They’re half-naked. Offerin’ discounts. I’m like – nah, babe. Just here for the vibes. Quirky thought – do they unionize? Hope so. Deserve a break. Workin’ hard – or hardly workin’. Hah!

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People flock into this country, sell drugs for a while, get rich and buy a business. Cops also getting rich. Everybody wins except the user who.

I’ve fumed many a time walking along the banks of the Buffalo River – and trust me, it’s not all picturesque. Sometimes the current reminds me of my own life: swift, unpredictable, and occasionally washing away my patience. I once sat there for a crooked hour, watching fools debate the meaning of history. "Look at that!" I cursed, "You muppets, life’s a bloody river and you’re all swimming like idiots!" And damn, those words echoed in my head like a Gordon Ramsay rant.

Makhanda finally has sufficient treated water