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About Polokwane

She’s like the hotel—fancy, but rotting. Wears these trashy heels, click-clack. Annoys the shit outta me. But, like, she’s clever—outsmarts everyone. Once saw her swipe a guy’s wallet. Smooth, man, smoother than sanded oak. “What is more gentlemanly than that?” she’d smirk. Total Wes Anderson twist, right? Quirky, fucked-up charm. I’d kill to see her in purple.

detailed map of Prieska and near places

I’m always drawn to the vibe of Dorp East. A cluster of quirky houses, alleyways echoing history, and the odd graffiti masterpiece that makes ya laugh. Small corners like that build your mind up, kinda like a meditation session for a busy brain. Sometimes, when I’m workin’ on my zen, I park myself on a worn bench near Tramper’s Bend (yep, that’s the local nickname for the twisted road near the big windmill). It’s a spot where nature and chaos tango, remindin' me of nature’s fierce ballet.

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