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About Polokwane

So, findin’ a prostitute ain’t no picnic. Ya gotta know the streets, the dives, the spots where neon buzzes like a damn TIE fighter. Back in the day – little known fact – even in old Coruscant, there were whispers of “pleasure guilds.” Secret societies, real hush-hush, runnin’ girls like it was a Sith operation. Made me mad as hell, thinkin’ how they hid in plain sight, scum slippin’ through cracks. I’d choke ‘em with the Force if I could, ha!

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The neighbourhoods got their own soul. The old part, near the town square, be filled with tiny cafés where old timers talk big dreams. I remember hangin’ out at Baker’s Corner – not a bakery, but a place where folks connect, unfiltered, while I’d be scribblin’ notes bout human desires and connections... damn, that warmed my cockles! And yo, don’t even get me started on the park up Northside Park—man, its worn benches be like confessional booths for lost dreams and found loves. Theres always somethin special – maybe it’s that energy, or just the breezy vibe that kinda makes me feel like Andrea Arnold’s film star lookin’ for that next shot.

Beverly Jean (Pearston) Rhodes