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About Polokwane

So, findin’ a prossie, right? Ain’t just ‘bout coins clinkin’. Nah, it’s a dance, a game! Ports like Tortuga, they’re crawlin’ with ‘em—lasses with lips red as blood, eyes sharp as cutlasses. Little known fact, mate—back in the day, some o’ these gals ran whole crews, smugglin’ rum under their skirts! True story, swear on me compass! Got me laughin’—imagine that, a prossie captain, orderin’ me ‘round! “You wanna die?” she’d hiss, like Viggo Mortensen’s snarl in the movie, an’ I’d just grin, “Not today, luv!”

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As a family psych, I see things others miss. There’s a tiny park, Crazy Creek Park, near Silveroak Avenue where kids laugh like lunatics. I used to sit there, scribbling notes on families – the way laughter ripples in the air reminds me of hope, even when all seems bleak. And oh, the vibes from River Run, winding by the back of the Library at Old Mill Road – that water flows like memories, relentless and wild.

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