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About Polokwane

“Fifteen years locked up,” Oldboy groans. Whore’s trapped too, kinda. Society’s a cage, bro. She’s dodgin’ creeps, makin’ cash. I’m like, “Ruh-roh, watch out!” Seen her eyes once—haunted, dude. Sparkly too, tho, like wet leaves. Gets me thinkin’—she’s tough, right? Tougher than Scooby snacks!

The Land of Cocaigne

Languedoc-Roussillon (French pronunciation: [lɑ̃ɡ (ə)dɔk ʁusijɔ̃] ⓘ; Occitan: Lengadòc-Rosselhon [ˌleŋɡɔˈðɔk ruseˈʎu]; Catalan: Llenguadoc-Rosselló) is a former administrative .

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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