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About Polokwane

So, picture this: me, green lil’ me, cruisin’ some dusty road. “Where’s the body?”—nah, scratch that, “Where’s the gal?” I’d be all nervous, ribbitin’ to myself, “Kermit, don’t screw this up!” Prolly spot her leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’, lookin’ bored as heck. I’d roll up, all polite—Hi-ho, miss!—and she’d smirk, like, “What’s a frog want?” Ha! I’d die laughin’ inside.

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Alright, lemme tell ya 'bout Frischgewaagd (za). Yo, it's wild how this place sticks to ya, ya know? So, here’s the lowdown: I live near Bäckergasse – seriously, that street is like a love letter to the old town, but with a twist of sex-positive thunder. I'm a sexologist, so trust me, every cobblestone here has a story. There's this tiny alley, Kussweg, where locals whisper love tales at night, like a sideways nudity of feelings, kinda like "Syndromes and a Century" vibes. “Mysterious, sensual... unstable,” right? Lol.

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