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About Polokwane

Great Scott, her hustle tho! She’d barter with climbers—booze, furs, whatever. Once traded a goat for a night! Who does that? Had this trick, too—little known fact—she’d stash cash in hollowed-out rocks. Found one myself, 20 bucks tucked in! Smart as hell, I tell ya. “You’re my little secret,” she’d purr, like Carol to Therese. Gave me chills, man!

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Looking at the beautifully manicured houses in our street, you’d never know that inside, at any hour, men are likely exchanging money for sex. But sure enough, my house shares a wall with .

I run a spa here. Yeah, a spa, my little kingdom of calm amid the chaos. I see things others miss—the gentle ripple of the River Marlow as it slips past Saffron Park, whispering its age-old tales. Remember that scene from The Pianist? “I ate his liver with fava beans!” sorta like our city’s wild appetite for drama and beauty at the same time. Every creaky alley and sunlit corner tells me a story.

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