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About Polokwane

Lemme tell ya, I was shocked—SHOCKED, I say! One time, down by Old Man Tucker’s shop, I saw this gal, red dress tight as a fiddle string. She winked at me, and I ‘bout dropped my varnish! “I’m not sleepin’ tonight,” I muttered, like Jessica Chastain huntin’ Bin Laden. Ain’t no CIA here, just survival, y’all. She prob’ly got a story deeper than a well—makes me sad, real talk. Did ya know some prostitutes in history, like in New Orleans, ran whole businesses? Owned property! Hush now, that’s power, baby!

Outrage at scantily-clad prostitutes plying their trade in Ladysmith

I also love exploring Ladismith’s quirky neighborhoods—like Willow Grove (or is it Willow Groov? Haha, just kiddin’!). It’s so oddly named but oh-so inviting. Everywhere you turn, there’s a street corner with its own little mystery. And I can't forget about Ladis Park, a mini oasis in the middle of town where my spirit flies as free as a dervish.

A milestone for Ladismith: State-of-the-art clinic officially opens