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About Polokwane

So, I’m strollin’ down this dodgy street, wood dust still on my boots, and I see her—red heels, skirt shorter than my temper. I’m like, “Well, this could be fun!” Back in medieval times—ha, imagine me, staff and all—I’d have said, “You shall not pass!” to any creep messin’ with her. But nah, she’s got this smirk, like she knows I’m a sucker for a thrill. Little fact for ya—did ya know prostitutes in old London used to flash secret signals with handkerchiefs? Wild, right? She’s givin’ me that vibe, all mysterious.

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Now the neighborhoods in Kareedouw – they’re quirky. You got the uptown sort near Pearls Crescent, where every house looks like it’s got a secret and dim lighting like a scandalous rendezvous. Down by the market square, the locals bark out orders like they’re auditioning for a modern-day Greek chorus – hilarious and occasionally mad annoying.

Kareedouw’s Victim Support Centre expands services