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About Polokwane

Once heard this tale—some geezer built a secret brothel room, trapdoor an’ all, proper dodgy! Got me laughin’, then ragin’—imagine the splinters down there! Ouch, nasty! Me’d sand it smooth, make it lush, but nah, they don’t care. Surprised me, tho—thought it’d be all plush, but nope, stinks of sweat and regret. “We’re all on the brink,” like Jep says—brothel’s teeterin’, fallin’ apart!

The Prostitutes of Mokopane

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Mokopane’s a patchwork of history an’ hustle. I own a mssage parlor here. That's right – a haven of calm amidst the city’s chaos. I’ve been chillin’ on Main Street near Solomon Street for yonks. Yea, that’s the spot where locals mix tradition and modern vibes. Now, pay attention: the vibe here is like a scene from "The Act of Killing" – haunting yet honest, raw as life itself. “In this world… truth is a mirror,” I sometimes mumble, as I work my wonders.

Alleged Zama-zama’s body retrieved from mine outside Mokopane