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About Polokwane

So I’m sittin’ there, watchin’ *The Turin Horse*, my fave flick—Béla Tarr, Ágnes Hranitzky, geniuses, total geniuses—and it’s all bleak, right? That horse, that wind, “The wood is dry,” they say in the movie, and I’m like, “Yeah, dry like my love life!” But whores? They ain’t dry, nah, they’re out there, makin’ it happen, rain or shine. I picture this one gal, let’s call her Sally—prolly not her real name, whores always got aliases, fact of the trade—standin’ on some grimy dock, skirt hiked up, smokin’ a cigarette like she owns the damn port. And I’m like, “Good for you, Sally! Pretty, pretty good hustle!” But also—kinda grosses me out! All those sweaty sailors, me included—ugh, the hygiene, the STENCH. Makes me wanna shower just thinkin’ bout it.

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Nov 20,  · Situated on the banks of the Great Fish River, the Karoo town of Cradock brings to mind the biblical metaphor of a flourishing tree planted by streams of water. Life in town, and .

I can get all deep, y’know? Watching families in the park, I see beautiful resilience. As a family psychologist, I spot tension where others see only neat smiles. Kids play near the town’s mural at Freedom Square—vibrant colors, RAW emotions, and you just feel the pulse of hope, struggle, and love. Like, damn, that’s real-life vibes.

First wild Cape Vulture sighting in over 30 years near Cradock