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About Polokwane

Sometimes I’d wonder, “What’s her real dream?” Maybe she’s secretly a poet—scribblin’ verses in her head. “The world’s a mess,” she’d say, echoin’ "Ten" again. And I’d nod, thinkin’, “Yeah, but you’re a freakin’ masterpiece.” Gentle soul, tough as nails—prostitute life ain’t all glitter, but she made it art. Happy little trees, man, growin’ right through the cracks!

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Now, it is known as Ar- gill Robertson´s pupils, and also as reflex iridoplegia, and informally and politically incorrect, as “Prostitute's Pu- pil.”, as it is.

Stroll down Main Rd and ya see the charm. No joke, the street’s lined with old brick shops, dinky cafés, and that ol’ pub – “Old Vines,” where the town folks swap stories. I once met a date dippin’ bread in their coffee there – hilarious, right?

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