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About Polokwane

Sometimes I exaggerate fer fun – told my buddy Jeb I fought off three pimps once. Total BS, but his jaw dropped! Truth is, I’d probly trip over my boots tryna run. Findin a prostitute’s like huntin treasure – ya dig thru the dirt, hopin fer gold. Ain’t always pretty, but that’s the thrill. “Holy Motors” nails it – “The world’s a stage!” An we’re all playin, malaproprisms an all.

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To be a sex worker is to negotiate space. For me, the negotiation began with the body. I use “the body” intentionally—the body, not my body.

Preitz ain't perfect, but it's home. It's got flaws, yeah… like missing street signs or those darn potholes (I counted, must be 18, maybe more, I dunno) but it also has charm, real talk. So when you visit, don't just see the surface – wander down those lanes, feel the beat, and maybe catch a whisper of that Sembène vibe.

Title: Gator Market at the Reitz Union