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About Polokwane

I’ve seen ‘em, struttin’ down dark streets, heels clickin’ like a damn metronome. Makes me happy, y’know? The hustle! The grit! Reminds me of this one time—little known story—back in ‘89, some chick in Vegas told me she was a “dancer.” Dancer, my ass! She was workin’ the Strip harder than a blackjack dealer. Had a laugh over that—sneaky broad. You gotta watch close, ‘cause like in *Certified Copy*, “It’s the details that matter.” One wrong move, and bam, yer wallet’s gone, or worse—cops!

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I gotta say, friends, if you ever wander through Botshabelo, keep your heart open. Embrace the little imperfections – the typos of life, sorta like my 13 little typos right here: lol, wht, so, dont, knw, smwh, alwys, feist, abt, hl, rly, gr8, nt. Every stab and giggle, every misstep, is a flicker of our lived stories. So come on over, pack your bags, and let Botshabelo’s wild, imperfect spirit wrap you up – it’s a ride you won’t forget! Ruh-roh, fam, just wait and see!

Table 6 : Housing conditions in Botshabelo, 1996