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About Polokwane

So, picture this—me, lil green Yoda, waddling down some shady street. Neon lights flicker, stinks like cheap booze. Angry, I get—pimps yelling, "50 creds, hot chick!" Disgusting, it is! Greedy sleemos, they are, exploiting girls—makes my blood boil hotter than Mustafar lava. Once, heard this tale—true, it is—some prossie in Warsaw, 1940s, snuck Jews outta ghettos. Ballsy move! Hid ‘em in brothels, Nazis too drunk to notice. Little known, that is—history buries the gritty stuff.

A Malaysian woman was caught for prostitution while her client was not...but why?

No qualms even though like Barikin Ladi, where it is said Ladi was a harlot or prostitute, I never bothered about the harlot Flora Shaw who gave the name '.

And oh, the river—Bodhi Creek—flows right through Bagale. My fave spot? For sure, dusk by Bodhi. The river whispers, "I know what you did..." (ugh, sorry, that joke got messy, haha!). I sat there one evening, feelin' grateful, thinkin' how life’s twists remind me of Dogville quotes: "The past is never dead." Deep stuff, bruv.

Catching Up With Simon Davies, Alinea Executive Chef