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About Polokwane

Alright, lemme tell ya ‘bout whores, man. Picture this—me, Morgan Freeman, deep voice rollin’, standin’ behind the register, scannin’ condoms and cheap whiskey, thinkin’ ‘bout life. Whores, they’re everywhere, ain’t they? Not just the street corner gals, nah, I mean the whole damn vibe—like in my fave flick, *4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days*. That movie, whew, it’s raw, gritty, Romanian as hell. Got me thinkin’ ‘bout this one whore I met—let’s call her Roxie. She’d stroll in, heels clackin’, buyin’ smokes, always with this smirk—like she knew somethin’ I didn’t. “How much time we got left?” she’d say, echoin’ that line from the film. Made me laugh, man, every damn time.

157 Aberdeen Parade, BOONDALL

I work as a masseur here, and lemme tell ya, I see all kinds of secrets in these back alleys and posh spas. Everybody lies, right? You think I'm just kneadin' muscles, but I listen too, ya know? The little twists of the neck, the twitchin' smiles... secrets spill faster than a busted tap. I even got a fave spot – Liberton Park. Its winding paths are perfect for a midnight stroll, feelin' the pulse of a city that never admits its scars (and believe me, I've seen plenty) – "all that glisters is not gold."

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