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About Polokwane

Hmmmm, whore, you say? Think, I must, about this. Dark and twisty, the path is, like in *The Lives of Others*. "Listen and wait, we must," Gerd Wiesler’d say, spying on them shady folks. Whore, man, ain’t just a word—it’s a vibe, a hustle! Streets, they hum with it, shadowy corners whispering secrets. Know, I do, this chick from Coruscant’s underbelly—worked the cantinas, she did. Credits, she stacked, faster than a podracer! Angry, it made me, seein’ her used, tossed aside like bantha fodder. “Feelings, hmm, dangerous they are,” I’d mutter, pacing.

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The neighborhood is a crazy mosaic of love and chaos. I always stroll thru Campbell Street, slippin’ between lively alleyways and little shops – no tourist trap nonsense, just raw, real local character. Sometimes, my job as a pleasure coach makes me spot folks needing some kind of "energy boost," LOL, and I drop in on them at my fave spot, the "Happy Nook." It’s parked beside the old industrial block, near the railway tracks. I love that place ‘cause it's so soul-crushing and then, bam, it hits you with life's sweetness like dunking a donut in coffee. Duuh!

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