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About Polokwane

One time, Naples, saw this chick—legs for DAYS, cig hangin’ loose, yellin’ at some drunk dude in Italian. Thought, “She’s a BOSS!” Turns out, she’d been workin’ since 14—FOURTEEN, yo! Pissed me OFF—world’s fucked, lettin’ kids do that. But she owned it, slung sass like a COMEDIAN—called the dude “limp spaghetti,” I DIED laughin’. Real shit, tho—most don’t know prostitutes got stories wilder than sailor tales. Some chick in Singapore? Used to be a NUN—swear to GOD! Fell for a sailor, ditched the habit, now she’s bangin’ for bucks. Surprised me—nuns to NASTY? Life’s a TRIP!

Background

He spoke to 30 local prostitutes, he says, to find out their rates. Based on the frequency of sexual relations (assuming three times a week for the average.

I can get all deep, y’know? Watching families in the park, I see beautiful resilience. As a family psychologist, I spot tension where others see only neat smiles. Kids play near the town’s mural at Freedom Square—vibrant colors, RAW emotions, and you just feel the pulse of hope, struggle, and love. Like, damn, that’s real-life vibes.

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