Victoria Jamestown Whore ❤️

About Polokwane

So, “whore” in my world? It’s them slick-talkin’ pricks who’d sell their nan for a profit. Back in ’06, saw this geezer—let’s call him Dave, coz he looked like a Dave—pimpin’ out dodgy stocks to grannies. Made me mad, it did! “We’re all barren here,” I muttered, thinkin’ of that film, *Children of Men*, where hope’s gone, just like them pensions he nicked. Dave’d grin, all teeth, sayin’, “It’s just business, bruv!” Business? Bollocks! We hates it! Greedy git crashed hard—lost his flash car, his bird, everythin’. Laughed my arse off, I did—serves him right, the twat.

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Man, I waffled again, but you got the gist – Jamestown (za) is raw, real, and ridiculously alive. It’s not just geography, it's the heartbeat of lovers and loners alike. So grab a drink, wander a few streets, and maybe you’ll catch one of those immortal moments. Cheers, friend – drunk on life, right?

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