Emma Empuluzu Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Polokwane

I hate how they smirk, like they know somethin’. Makes my blood boil. Once knew this one, Candy—dumb name, right? She’d wink, say, “Cash upfront, big guy.” Big guy? Screw off. But damn, she was quick—hustled harder than me at a bacon cook-off. Kinda respect that, but still—hate it. Movie’s got this line, “It’s like I’m not here.” Whores prolly feel that, vanishin’ into the mess. Sad, maybe, but who cares? Not me.

Tragedy in Empuluzi: more than just the story of a troubled sawmill

I totally love our boozy little cafes too. There's one, Mama Luzu’s, on Retro Blvd. It’s kinda shabby but so fulla character. I once had a craaazy massage session there, threw in a couple typos in my headnotes, and then I sorta texted my buddy like “Nuthin' btr than Empuluzu, man!” Ha!