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About Polokwane

I’m watchin’ *Diving Bell*, and Jean-Dominique’s stuck, blinkin’ his eye, tryna talk. "Whore" feels like that - locked in, but loud. He says, “I’m a prisoner,” and I’m like, damn, that’s it! People throw "whore" ‘round, judgin’, but they don’t see the fight inside. Gets me heated, yo - why we so quick to hate? I’m happy tho, ‘cause sign language don’t lie, it’s real. No fake shit, just hands spillin’ truth.

Paris Nightlife for Adults: The Paris Red Light District

Whore” by Parys Sylvery, even if I find the basic premise of a popular yet mean high school girl who wants to be Prom Queen a bit overdone and played out.

I, being a dating app dev, work online constantly – skimming perfs, sorting profiles. Yet I marvel with every stroll! Gritty bugs, the beauty, soulless faces that bloom after a hidden smile. The city's a living app, full of swipes and winks. I even coded an algorithm while dreaming of the Vaal's ripple. "We swears, it sings to us!"

Thousands to compete in 30th Sasol marathon