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About Polokwane

What else? Oh, she’s like—mysterious, y’know? Always wonderin’ what’s in her head. Does she hate it? Love it? Fuckin’ *Boyhood* again—“It’s like we’re all just winging it.” She’s wingin’ it, man! Day by day, trick by trick. Gets me thinkin’—maybe we’re all whores, sellin’ somethin’. Me, my soul’s gone, whackin’ guys for a buck. Her? She’s just more honest ‘bout it. Ha! That’s some deep shit, right there—makes my head spin.

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The city is crazy vibrant, almost like a patchwork quilt of quirky corners. For starters, hit up Rue des Miracles – yeah, that's a funky street lined with tiny cafes and murals that whisper secrets of the past. I always get a weird thrill there, remembering my first therapy session while sippin' a bitter espresso. Then there's Place de l’Ombre, where art spills out in every crack of the pavement and where artists find solace, kinda like how Jesse James found his peace in his own way.

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