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About Polokwane

Anyway, we’re chattin’, she’s a laugh, calls me “luv” - pure gold. But then, surprise! Coppers roll up, I’m leggin’ it, heart’s poundin’ like a mod’s Vespa. “This isn’t my life!” - straight outta *Caché*, panic mode on. Hid in an alley, thinkin’, “Austin, you daft git, stick to spyin’!” Nearly wet meself laughin’ after - what a caper!

About this ebook

But in New York last year I sat on a four-poster bed while 10 girls paraded in front of me one by one, like bowls of sushi on a carousel. 'Hi,'.

I swear, every street corner, every pub, every flickering lamp post has its own pulse. Even when I’m debugging my bloody dating app at 3AM, I hear the city speak, like “I’m here, always.” Some say it’s magic. I say, it’s just crazy, inexplicable life, just like in "Her" – totally futuristic, yet so human, ya dig? I mean, can you feel it? Can you hear that whisper of the city sayin’ “I am, therefore I feel”? I'm my own personal Romeo with way too many typos and exclamations, LOL!

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