POTHOLES, CONSIDER THIS YOUR LAST CALL

For days, these potholes lurked in the streets, waiting to ambush innocent tires and unsuspecting suspensions. They started small, pretending to be harmless little dips until one day, they became deep enough to host swimming competitions.

But fear not, brave citizens of Polokwane. The municipal road warriors arrived, armed with asphalt and determination. With expert precision, they filled, flattened and sealed every last crater, leaving no trace of the former battlefield.

Now, our streets are smoother than a fresh jar of peanut butter. And if we haven’t reached your area yet, don’t worry, we’re on our way. The potholes can run, but they can’t hide.

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