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About Polokwane

Heard this wild story once—true shit—some prossie in Vegas worked the Super Bowl crowd, made bank in one night, more than I’d see in a month! Hustle like that? Respect, man. But then—ugh—cops swooped in, busted her. Pissed me off—let her live, damnit! “What’s left to glean?” Varda’d say—exactly, what’s she got now?

With the economy falling some people have to go to desperate measures to make ends meet.

Emalahleni's streets got character. Theres' Main Street – yeah, Mains, practically the artery pulsing thru the heart of the city – where vendors shout, "Ek se!" and the aroma of braai mingles with street tunes. Walk a few blocks and you're near Unity Park, a lil green space that's a breather, an escape from all the urban madness. Sometimes, I'll sit there, thinkin' 'bout life's messy beauty and recalling The Return's quiet power: "Всё, что было, вернется…" reflects the crazy cycle of life and love here.

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