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About Polokwane

Once heard a yarn—some prossie in Bristol tricked a lord, nicked his whole stash mid-shag! Reckon she could, too. “Thou plantest dreams in me skull,” I tell her, all dramatic. She rolls her eyes—fair, I’m a prat sometimes. Still, I’m chuffed—ain’t every day thou meetest a lass who’d outwit DiCaprio himself!

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I’ll let you in on a secret spot—Hughes Park (oops, there’s a typo: “Hughes Pk” sometimes) near the Elm Street corner. It’s not well-known, but it’s my hideaway. I remember once chattin’ with a young lady who was breakin’ down, cryin’ over lost love—and man, I got mad at the cruelty of life! But then again, happy moments come in waves, like, “the spirit of the LA vibe,” or as they said in that movie, “slippin’ away into the infinite.” Yeah, wild, right?!

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