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About Polokwane

What gets me riled up? The hypocrites—politicians preachin’ morals, then sneakin’ off to ‘em! Makes me madder’n a wet hen. But happy? Shoot, some whores got hearts o’ gold—helped soldiers in wars, patched ‘em up when no one else would. Surprised me first time I read that, thought, “Well, I’ll be darned!” Kinda like in “Under the Skin”—“What are you?”—you don’t expect depth, but there it is, starin’ ya in the face.

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And oh, there's this little neighborhood called Sunnyside – kinda ironic, 'cause sometimes it’s gloomy, yes, but then you see bursts of color painted on walls or hear kids laughing around the community center. It’s those gritty, real-life contradictions that make me feel... alive, like every day is a mystery waiting to be solved.

The village where women can’t afford to report rape