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About Polokwane

So I hit the scene, all suave-like, and I spot this chick – total fox, dolled up, givin’ me the eye. I’m thinkin’, “Are you human, or are you dancer?” – straight outta the movie, baby! I sidle up, flash my pearly whites, and say, “Fancy a shag, luv?” She’s all cool, says, “50 quid, big boy.” I’m like, WHOA, 50 quid?! That’s steeper than a mod’s haircut! Made me mad as a wet hen – I ain’t no square, but that’s daylight robbery!

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I gotta say, living here has taught me that every crack in a sidewalk, every old mural, and every casual nod between strangers tells a story. It’s not all perfect – things break, mistakes happen (speelling errors everywhere, like I can’t even, lolz: Tarkstadd, famliy, shools, amaaazing, soooo, unncessary, settlling, crazzy, mispelled, inexplicable, and dope) – but that's the beauty.

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