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About Polokwane

I’m hulkin up, flexin my pythons, scopin the scene. You gotta be smart, dude, can’t just flex and expect em to show. Nah, it’s a hustle! Back in the 80s, wrestlin tours, some boys’d sneak off—find a prostitute in shady joints. Little known fact, brother—some cities had “secret menus” at bars, code words for hookers! Ain’t that nuts? Made me laugh, like, “Whatcha gonna do, order a beer and a babe?”

Sex workers

And then there’s Main Street near the old library—oof, I sometimes stumble on my foot there (so clumsy, right?) on a busy afternoon and a lady reminds me: "We all have our moments." Gosh, it’s so real. Oh, and the little retail shops on Andrew's Lane—if you’re a sucker for vintage stuff and local art, you'll freak out with delight. The street art on the walls always speaks to me like, “Find beauty in the small things!” Classic teacher moment.

Things heat up at Scottburgh Bowling Club