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About Polokwane

Oh, and the smells—stale beer, cheap perfume—hits ya like a blaster! Used to think it was all glam, like Holonet vids, but nah, it’s gritty. Mate o mine swore he saw a ghost in one—some old madam hauntin the halls. Reckon he was pissed, but spooky vibe fits, don’t it? “Light of day shows me,” Malick whispers—shows the mess, the hustle.

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Jakarta is home to least 11, active female prostitutes, based on data from the Jakarta AIDS Commission. Of these, 3, their trade in the centre of the capital. The total number in Missing: Midstream.

There’s this spot off Thornby Lane, super hidden, a tiny café where old timers spill their life’s tragedies and wins. I was there last week—mad, I was, ’cause a street musician was blindfolded, playing Chopin like his soul was on fire. "I ate his liver with fava beans!" I laughed, thinking how art so raw can resonate here.

South African security town with its own schools, hospitals, shopping centres, and churches