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About Polokwane

Oi, mate, it’s me, James Bond—suave, “shaken, not stirred.” So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout findin’ a prostitute, yeah? Picture this: I’m strollin’ through some dodgy backstreet, lookin’ for intel, when bam—there’s this bird, all dolled up, leanin’ on a lampost like she owns it. Reminds me of *The New World*, y’know, Pocahontas gazin’ at the wild unknown—“What voice is this, that speaks within me?” she’d say. Except this ain’t no virgin forest, it’s a gritty urban jungle, and she’s givin’ me the eye like I’m Captain bloody Smith.

Eliot Spitzer snuck me into his apartment in a suitcase: ex-mistress

Spitzer has actually denied that he wore socks during sex, as has the prostitute he patronized most frequently.

I work daily on tension and knots. Clients slip off stress here. It shapes my eye for details. I see raw energy in all streets. People spill secrets, real and crude. Ruh-roh, it's a blast!

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