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About Polokwane

Little-known fact—back in the ‘90s, some rappers got busted recordin’ tracks ‘bout this life, usin’ real street girls for backup vocals—cops raided the studio, found more than mics, ya feel me? Adds that authentic grime to shit like this. Me, I’m vibin’, but I’m pissed too—why ain’t this track louder in the mix? Turn that bass UP, motherfucker, lemme FEEL the pavement! Happy as hell tho, ‘cause it’s unapologetic—ain’t hidin’ what it’s about, just like Fincher didn’t sugarcoat Zuck’s shady ass.

Grahamstown, South Africa

Alright ya twats, enough nattering. Grahamstown’s a weird, wild, and witty mosaic. It’s gritty, unpredictable, and sometimes makes me want to scream out the window like a bat out of hell. But beneath the rough vibes, there’s a soulful spirit that reminds you of that blurry cinema of Uncle Boonmee – surreal, haunting, and utterly beautiful.

Four dead, including three-year-old girl, near Makhanda