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About Polokwane

Ssss, split-mind spins—hate it, love it! Stinks of sweat, cheap perfume—nasty, yesss. But coin flows, power too, eh? “Death comes silently,” Nie Yinniang whispers—some die there, overdosed, stabbed. Dark, juicy tales, precious! Me thinks, brothel’s a trap, a game. Lads chase tail, lose soul—funny, sad, ssss! What’s yer take, eh? Hiss!

Travel Writing

I'm part of the Maclear crowd and brothel is splendid! You make me feel confident and desirable. You can't go wrong with Striptease and Prostate Massage. I'm not here to impress anyone - .

Little hidden spots? Oh, for sure! There’s a park, Wattle Tree Park, where I'd chill after a hard day. The kids play, people chattin’, and sometimes I just sit and reminisce; so peaceful, like sleepin’ after a massage.

Eastern Cape farmer kills two suspects and is stabbed to death during confrontation