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About Polokwane

Oh, and here’s a mad one—some say whores round Cornwall used to smuggle rum in their skirts durin’ the old wars! Sneaky as hell, right? Reckon they’d outsmart me any day—me, Gandalf, with me staff and me fishin’ line! “I ain’t got no notion o’ that,” I’d say, tippin’ me hat to ‘em. Clever lasses, them.

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whore the CDI needle and the "to/ from" indicator responds to movement of Fisantekraal. MHz. Grahamstown. MHz. Greytown. MHz.

Oh, and check out Crescent Avenue in the Eastside. That hood’s gritty, exciting, full of character. The old brick cafés, worn-out murals shout stories. It’s got that raw urban poetry, like "There Will Be Blood" vibes—fierce, real, and just enough bloody passion to set your soul ablaze. I often think "I’m in a world full of dirty, unholy sh*t," but that's what makes this place legit.