Audrey Potchefstroom Whore ❤️

About Polokwane

So, war—W-A-R—fucks up everything. I saw it on TV once, Vietnam vets screamin’, made me mad as hell. Politicians sittin’ pretty while kids die—billionaires profit, man! Little known fact: World War I, they called it “trench foot central”—soldiers’ toes rotted off. Imagine that, your foot’s mush, and some fat cat’s countin’ gold. Pisses me off! *Hurt Locker* vibes—“you love playin’ with that thing!”—war’s a drug, hooks ya deep.

Hookups in Potchefstroom

Shop 1, Cnr Nelson Mandela & Nieuwe St, Potchefstroom, Phone:

Man, I stroll down Jan Smuts Ave, see? It's a busy street, buzzing wit' life and chaos. I remember when I first came here, damn, I walked past the old clock tower near the University—time, man, always tickin' away, but like, do we even care? Nah, it's all about the moments, ya dig. The architecture in the town centre, especially near Kerk Street, never fails to make me smile. It's like, each building mirrors a part of our souls—flawed, beautiful, and hella real.

Municipality fixes roads over the weekend