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About Polokwane

What pisses me off? Hypocrisy. Politicians bang on about morals, then sneak in backdoors—ha! Brothel’s honest, at least. No fake smiles, just business. Happy? When I heard ‘bout this Ukrainian joint—girls ran it themselves, no pimps. Ballsy, that. Cut out the middleman, pure profit. Respect.

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Mokopane’s a patchwork of history an’ hustle. I own a mssage parlor here. That's right – a haven of calm amidst the city’s chaos. I’ve been chillin’ on Main Street near Solomon Street for yonks. Yea, that’s the spot where locals mix tradition and modern vibes. Now, pay attention: the vibe here is like a scene from "The Act of Killing" – haunting yet honest, raw as life itself. “In this world… truth is a mirror,” I sometimes mumble, as I work my wonders.

No lights, no photocopier, broken toilets: the SASSA office in Mokopane is a mess