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About Polokwane

It’s all handsy and slippery—oil everywhere, like wrestlin’ a pig. They say it’s ancient, from India or some crap. Tantric bullshit, if ya ask me. Pro tip: don’t wear socks, you’ll slide off the damn table. Made me angry how they smirk, like they’re doin’ ya a favor. Hate the candles, hate the moans, hate it all.

Area: Amalinda

Mdantsane’s vibe is raw, edgy, and a lil heart-breaking but always so dang alive. I mean, we’re talkin’ real life—happy, sad, chaotic, and perfectly imperfect. So buckle up, my friend, ‘cause when you visit, you’ll see why I’m obsessed with every bustling heartbeat of this town. Each street, each face, each gnarled tree tells a story, like a rerun of the wildest love story ever told, filled with passion, errors, and charming imperfections.

Mdantsane Arts Centre has lots in store