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About Polokwane

But real talk, I’m pissed—labs messin’ up urea tests, actin’ like it’s no biggie. Bruh, high levels? Could mean kidney failure, dehydration, some dark sh*t. Low levels? Starvation or liver probs—scares me, fam! Seen patients suffer ‘cause docs slept on it. Happy tho—when I nailed my first urea assay, felt like, “I’m that guy, YOLO!” Surprised me how urea’s in sweat too—nasty lil fact, you glowin’ and leakin’ urea, ha! Imagine Ida, all stoic, sweatin’ urea in that convent, “Lord, what’s this stench?”

Stories from the Stalls since 2013: Brisbane theatre reviews / reflections by Meredith Walker

“Madonna or Whore: A Woman's lot in Victorian England” – A Talk Review by Morgan Clark (GHL Placement Student). This talk, by Jennifer.

I gotta mention: sometimes I get mad at the bus drivers on 3rd Avenue – so many delays, man, my apps crash cuz of network errors, or so it feels. Then I'm like, “This is exactly as awful as walking into a vampire nest!” Epic absurdity, yo.

Journeys through time and wine from Stellenbosch to Prince Albert