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About Polokwane

We hates the pimps, yesss, slimy gits. One time, saw one smack her—fury boiled me guts! Wanted to claw his eyes, but nooo, too risky, too messy. She just smirked, wiped blood, kept walkin’. Tough as nails, that one. Reminds me—little known fact, precious—back in Tsar days, whores worked churches! Hidin’ in pews, dodgin’ priests, fuckin’ wild, eh? History’s a trip.

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Let me drop some insider gossip: there’s a hidden wine cellar in the outskirts that only locals know. Grab a cheeky glass there, dish out your deepest secrets. It’s oddly therapeutic, says a psych like me. Not to mention the Street Market on Sundays at Everard Square – odd, bustling, sometimes making my brain burn from sensory overload! But it’s fun, man, fun!

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