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About Polokwane

So, brothel – phew, where to start? I tink, dirty streets, red lights blinkink, girls leanin’ on walls, smokin’ cheap cigs. Lightbulb! Not all glitz like in movies, nah, it’s gritty, real gritty. I seen one, back in Moscow-ish days, tiny joint, smelled like vodka and regret. Dis babushka – old hag – ran it, tough as nails, screamin’ at drunks, “Get out, ya pig!” Made me laugh, dat fire in her, ya? But sad too – girls there, young, eyes empty, like dolls broke inside. “What you want?” one asks, like in “Ten,” all flat, no hope. Pissed me off, dat world chewin’ ‘em up.

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Then there’s my little spa – my sanctuary. I spill secrets to my friends there, share quiet giggles, and let out my quirky, nasally laugh (oh, you know the one!). Every client reminds me of that movie line, "You can never escape who you are," which honestly, is like, deep, right? It resonates like that lingering aroma of lavender in the air. I get hit with nostalgia sometimes, remembering how I ended up here in Berea, drawn by its magic and mystery.

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