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About Polokwane

She’s quotin prices like she’s hagglin at a flea market. I’m sittin there, shades on, feelin like, “Man, I couldn’t stop thinkin bout ya,” straight outta the movie. But nah, I ain’t bitin – I’m Hulk freakin Hogan, brother! Ain’t mad tho, she’s hustlin, respect that. What pisses me off? Dudes who judge her – get off yer high horse, jackass! Surprised me how chill she was, real talk, no fake shit.

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The neighborhood is a crazy mosaic of love and chaos. I always stroll thru Campbell Street, slippin’ between lively alleyways and little shops – no tourist trap nonsense, just raw, real local character. Sometimes, my job as a pleasure coach makes me spot folks needing some kind of "energy boost," LOL, and I drop in on them at my fave spot, the "Happy Nook." It’s parked beside the old industrial block, near the railway tracks. I love that place ‘cause it's so soul-crushing and then, bam, it hits you with life's sweetness like dunking a donut in coffee. Duuh!

LETTER: What’s your plan, ward councillors?