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NaveenRamsuraj :

can't fix a road but want to interfere with outside conflicts around the world, get Minister Naledi Pandor to clean her backyard first

2024-01-12 05:07:25

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Jefferson :

I'm so disappointed in you xem 😌

2024-01-12 05:19:26

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Lindz :

How can you put out a tender where you have spent R200m without it being recognized as a disaster?

2024-01-12 05:21:38

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Colonel :

Incompetent as always

2024-01-12 05:14:48

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Wallie :

Eish sorry. I only have std 6. No brains to fix priblems. 😡😡😡😡

2024-01-12 05:15:06

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alien pilot :

Fix roads 🤢 Rename roads 😁

2024-01-12 05:31:06

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