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About Polokwane

Sarcasm time—oh great, another “easy” game, huh? Nah, it’ll kick yer ass. Love that ‘bout it—ain’t no hand-holdin’. Folks, if ya dig tension, betrayal—whore’s yer jam. Like Tarr’s shadows creepin’—“What we’ve lost is gone…”—it sticks with ya. Play it, lose it, curse it—then play again. That’s the deal, man—whore’s a damn masterpiece.

The Land of Cocaigne

The Province of Languedoc (/ ˌ l ɒ̃ ɡ (ə) ˈ d ɒ k /, French: [lɑ̃ɡ(ə)dɔk], locally [lãᵑɡəˈdɔk]; Occitan: Lengadòc [ˌleŋɡɔˈðɔ(k)]) is a former province of France. Most of its territory is now contained .

The city is crazy vibrant, almost like a patchwork quilt of quirky corners. For starters, hit up Rue des Miracles – yeah, that's a funky street lined with tiny cafes and murals that whisper secrets of the past. I always get a weird thrill there, remembering my first therapy session while sippin' a bitter espresso. Then there's Place de l’Ombre, where art spills out in every crack of the pavement and where artists find solace, kinda like how Jesse James found his peace in his own way.

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