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About Polokwane

Ain’t all gloom, though—some gals crack jokes, keep it light. “Fella paid me in chickens once,” one told me. Laughed my ass off! Brothels got character, y’all—grit, tears, and a lotta sass. So, what’s the deal? Forbidden paradise or crocodile tears? Reckon it’s both, dependin’ on the day. Now, I’m off to rewatch *Tabu*—y’all figure out if that life’s workin’ for ya!

THE STINKY ALLANRIDGE AND NYAKALLONG SEWAGE PLANT HASN’T BEEN PROPERLY MONITORED FOR A DECADE

This video is about Dying Towns of South Africa Allanridge. Due to massive urbanisation and other factors the towns die down.

Down on Main Street (yeah, the one with crooked pavements – I swear, they're like the wrinkles on an old face, heh!) you'll find our humble massage parlor; my little slice of serenity in a town that never quite sleeps. Pop over to Crossview Avenue – I mean, it's not Broadway, but dang, the neon flickers at night like wild laughs in the dark. The parks, oh, they’re little jungles. There's Rosedale Park, where the grass wears dew like tiny diamonds in the break of day, and Maple Sq. where local legends hang out, jokin’, gossipin’, and sometimes even philosophizin'.

E. Coli crisis in Allanridge