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About Polokwane

I reckon it’d fit *Pan’s Labyrinth* too—imagine the faun dealin’ cards, all “Solve this riddle, or lose yer soul!” Freaky, yeah? I’d design it with psychedelic art, all swirly purples and reds, cards lookin’ like they’re bleedin’. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d kill to see players sweat, thinkin’, “Is this bird bluffin’ or what?”

Geschichten vom Kübelkind 05 Katzen haben Flöhe (1971) Ula Stöckl, Edgar Reitz

Go find your true shepherds, your Remnant, among the outcasts and the "permanently retired", like Archbishop Vigano. There can be no doubt any longer about the nature of the Great .

The central square – oh man – it's all buzz and buzzzz. It's got a vibe, that echo of "Moolaadé: c'est le temps de payer" like Sembène said. Literally, all these bits and pieces of culture, ya feel it? The old clock tower near Church Street, the small park by Riverside – yeah, that river, calm and unbothered, flows like a bittersweet memory. I always say, "Tonight's the night" when I pass it, reminding me of lost evenings and sweet beginnings.

Reitz Memorial celebrates completion of chapel renovation -