He is like a God walking amongst mere mortals
There was a time. A time before cable. When the local writer reigned supreme. When people believed everything they read on the internet.
This was an age when only men were allowed to write. And in Cape Town one writer was more man than the rest. His name was Sean Lloyd.
He was like a God walking amongst mere mortals. He had a voice that could make a wolverine purr. And suits so fine they made Sinatra look like a hobo.
In other words, Sean Lloyd was the balls.
Sean Lloyd
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