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About Polokwane

So I hit up my girl, like, “Bitch, where they at?” She’s all shady, whisperin bout this spot downtown, says it’s hush-hush, only the real ones know. I’m hyped, yall! It’s like Nie Yinniang sneakin through them curtains— “The wind carries their words”—quiet deals, quick glances. I roll up, feelin fierce, hair poppin, nails sharp enough to cut glass. This dude outside, sketch as fuck, eyeballin me—prolly thinks I’m lost. I’m like, “Naw, fam, I’m here for the goods!”

Exploring Unknown Horizons

You know, being a spa owner really tunes me into the town’s pulse. Everyone has their secret gripes, little joys—like when the power goes out unexpectedly, I get so mad I almost yell “What’s the funk, man?!” But then I calm down with some chill herbal tea by the river. Yup, that's how I roll.

Drought-stricken Little Karoo farmers receive humanitarian aid