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About Polokwane

Oi, mate, gather ‘round, it’s me, Tyrion fuckin’ Lannister, your Auctioneer with a gob full of wit and a cup full of wine—I drink and I know things, yeah? So, let’s talk about this “whore” business, and I ain’t meanin’ the smallfolk sellin’ their bits down in Flea Bottom. Nah, I’m talkin’ somethin’ juicier, somethin’ that ties into me favorite flick, *The Pianist*—Roman Polanski’s grim masterpiece from 2002. Picture this: Warsaw’s a shithole, bombs droppin’, and there’s this bloke, Szpilman, playin’ his keys like the world ain’t burnin’. Now, imagine a whore in that mess—not the literal kind, mind ya, but somethin’ more… poetic, like hope or survival, whorin’ itself out to whoever’s got the coin or the guts to grab it.

Meeting the horniest whores in Siyabuswa

During the apartheid era, Siyabuswa was the capital of the KwaNdebele Bantustan. It served as a capital from to when KwaMhlanga replaced it. Most of its inhabitants (population in .

But yeah, not everything’s rose-colored. The inequality, the neglect from big powers, gets me heated sometimes. I get mad, real mad, thinkin’ of the inequality. Those rich folks, those billionaires, oh, they’re like the barracudas in a sea that’s supposed to be fair for every fish. We gotta keep swimmin’, keep fightin’! And ya know what? The community here does just that—they band together, share smiles, and sometimes share a laugh over a cup of strong coffee.

G4S cash in transit vehicle blasted in Siyabuswa