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About Polokwane

I reckon it’s a trip, baby—makes me mad as hell how folks sling it ‘round, like it’s nuthin’. Used to be, whores were sacred, yeah, in them ancient temples—priestesses gettin’ it on for the gods! How’s that for a shocker? Bet ya didn’t clock that, eh? Groovy switch-up—then bam, Middle Ages hit, and it’s all “sinner!” and “burn her!” Total buzzkill, man.

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I been around enough to know quieter spots too. There's this dingy alley, Royal Crescent Alley – nearly missed it – where the artsy ones hang out after hours. I swear, if you listen hard, you can almost hear echoes of secrets whispered like those obsessive Zodiac digressions. It’s totally off the beaten track.

Call for grave of chief to be found