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About Polokwane

So yeah, prostitutes—messy, wild, real. Sally’s my hero, kinda. No capes, just survival! What ya think, pal?

Book a hard rubbish collection

Ya know, as a counselor, I see scars and battles on these streets. They whisper the struggles of frustration, joy, and surprises. Sometimes, I hit a café with typos on the menu (‘God, minced meat or mincely meat?’ – haha, epic fail) – and it reminds me, "Life’s messy, kid." Emotions, vibes, and dreams are splattered everywhere – like graffiti on a brick wall in Haven Street.

New Look For Bar Landy