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About Polokwane

Little fact, hmmm—knew you not, maybe? Oldest job, they call it—back in Babylon, 2400 BC, temple gals, “sacred” prostitutes, wild, right? Sex for gods, coins on the side—hustle be ancient! Makes me laugh, sarcastic like—shit, even then, taxes prob’ly screwed ‘em! Happy, tho, I feel—some gals now, choosin’ it, ownin’ it, power in that, mmm. “What we think we know,” Polley whispers in my head—truth flips, surprises me, yah!

Plot introduction

My dearest Bertha,—I am much obliged to your husband for his politeness in asking me to stay at Court Leys; but I flatter myself you have too high an opinion of me to think me capable of .

And OMG, let me tell you—Cradock whispers its own secrets. The side street on Willow Lane? Shhh, I’m spillin’ tea—it’s where locals share stories late at night. People here got grit, but also endless love. I’ve seen families rebuilt here after crazy heartbreak. It’s inspiring. Yo, it's like The Act of Killing says, “We are realities, not fantasies!” and cradling that truth makes me feel edgy proud.

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