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About Polokwane

Angry when coppers nab ‘em fer nothin’. Happy when they sass back—cheeky devils! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who cares, eh? Find a prossie—look fer the signs. Smoky alleys, quick nods, cash flashin’. “I don’t understand,” Lucrecia whispers—me neither! Life’s a riddle, prossies too, heh heh!

COMING SOON

We have lot of honey call girls in our team who can give massive sexual pressure to there clients our high profile or not only for sexual pleasure.

The neighborhood? Oh, it's somethin' else. Ya got the cozy vibes in Littleacre, where folks always greet ya with a "How’s that workin’ for ya?" kinda feel. And then there's Kingfisher Park – it's my go-to spot when I need a breather, ya know? Imagine strollin' along its winding trails, overhearin' the gentle hum of the Red River winding by. Sometimes I sit under a big ol' acacia tree, thinkin' 'bout life, much like that "Melancholia" feel – when everything's a bit heavy and beautiful all at once; as Lars von Trier kinda put it, "I don't find distressing beauty in the chaos around us." I reckon that's the vibe here sometimes.

Diary: Redhill Arts Festival, Food Indaba in Cape Town and Malcolm Jiyane Tree-O at Untitled Basement