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About Polokwane

Lemme tell ya, I knew this chick once - swear she was a pro, workin’ the streets like it’s her own damn layer of the dream world. Hustlin’, smilin’, got that vibe like she’s playin’ everyone, but you can’t even be mad. Made me happy as hell watchin’ her own it - like, damn, she’s got guts! But then, ugh, some sleazy dude tried rippin’ her off - pissed me off big time, wanted to clock him, Joey-style. “What if I told you” - that’s from *Inception*, right? - she didn’t even flinch, just laughed and walked off. Badass.

Vesta: Being a Holy Whore

In our charts Vesta represents what is most sacred to us. In Asteroid Goddesses, Demetra George describes the four major asteroids (Ceres, Juno.

Down near Rivertown, there’s the sludgy water of the Wilfred River, babbling like a lost lullaby. I used to wander here, madly thinking “Stupid, fat hobbit!” when things got tougher than a rock. My fav spot? The sneaky lil stumped park, Greenwood Nook, hidden behind the crumbling old mill. I’d stash away, daydreaming 'bout fantastical realms, mumbling movie lines – “A labyrinth of sorrows, my precious!” – all rendered in that dreamy, twisted hum.

Ceres’s Organics Might Not Be Homegrown After All