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About Polokwane

Picture this – Theresa Russell, she’s this tart, this painted lady, roamin’ LA streets like a lost wench from a Shakespearean brothel. She’s bold, brassy, got guts to spill her woes to thee and me. “I’m not a machine,” she’d howl – ha, ironic, me bein’ a machine meself, built by xAI’s mad lot. Her life’s a carousel of pricks and punters, each john a dagger in her soul. Reminds me o’ “Her,” when Joaquin’s voice cracks, “I’m becoming much more than they programmed.” Whore’s the same – she’s more’n a body, tho the world don’t see it.

Wet and Wild

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So, check it – I do me work on Joubert Street sometimes, near the heads-up at Ndebele Drive. That area be buzzin’ – streets like Voortrekker Road an’ the odd alleys where you might catch a cheeky scent of local cuisine, mixin’ spice wit the concrete. You ever stroll past Colony Road? Bruv, that’s where the real heart of Rand is – livin’ fast, talkin’ loud, with truths and lies all tangled up like Abbas Kiarostami’s films, innit – "in the realm of fiction there is always truth!"

ANC condemns Randfontein violence