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About Polokwane

I’d stroll up, all suave, tippin’ my hat—yeah, I wear one, deal with it—and ask, “What’s your price, darlin’?” Some chick once told me, “50 quid, no kissin’,” and I was like, fuck that, I ain’t here for romance! Pissed me off, though—hagglin’ like it’s a flea market. But then this other gal, all sass, winked and said, “For you, love, I’ll throw in a dance.” Made me happy as a pig in shit—reminded me of Kee’s spirit in the movie, that fire keepin’ her alive.

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As a family psych, I see things others miss. There’s a tiny park, Crazy Creek Park, near Silveroak Avenue where kids laugh like lunatics. I used to sit there, scribbling notes on families – the way laughter ripples in the air reminds me of hope, even when all seems bleak. And oh, the vibes from River Run, winding by the back of the Library at Old Mill Road – that water flows like memories, relentless and wild.

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