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About Polokwane

Now, lean in, pal—this part’s nuts. Ever hear bout the “vampire hookers”? Old urban legend, ties to my movie vibes—girls lurin’ guys, drainin’ their wallets instead o’ blood! “Let me in,” they’d purr, and bam, you’re broke! Cracked me up, but also—damn, that’s dark! I’d be happy if we could just help ‘em, not judge ‘em, ya feel?

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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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