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About Polokwane

So, here’s the scoop—findin’ one’s easy if ya got cash. Streets, bars, sketchy alleys—pick yer poison. Me? I’d rather wrestle a bear than pay for that. Hate the hustle, the fake smiles, the stink of desperation. Reminds me of Saul, draggin’ corpses, mutterin’, “I’ve seen the end.” Little fact—back in ‘80s Vegas, pimps ran ads in phonebooks. Yellow pages, right next to plumbers. World’s gone soft since then—now it’s apps, dark web bullshit. Surprised me, honestly—thought folks’d stick to street corners.

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Oh, and the markets! There's one on Elm Street – probably a hidden gem – where you find everything from fresh veggies to quirky vintage stuff. I met this old chap there who told me, “Everything old is new again, like WALL-E’s love for trash!" Kinda poetic if you think about it. Brakpan is fulla little memories.

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