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About Kimberley

So, I’m in this damn elevator, buttons buzzin’, folks yappin’. Hate the noise, but I picture whore—bold, takin’ no crap. Like Celine, “I’m designed to feel,” she’d get it, that fire. Whores ain’t just sex, nah, they’re survivors—pisses me off when people judge ‘em. Middle Ages, they had guilds, legit unions! Who knew, right? Not me, ‘til I dug in. Surprised the hell outta me—organized, badass, like a secret club.

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Won’t lie, sometimes I get mad at the dusty roads of Old Main (yeah, that’s a real thing here) – cracked and beaten from endless traffic. But then a cool river breeze on the banks of the Vaal whispers, “Don’t care who you are,” and my mood flips, man.

Message to businesses in a crumbling town: “You are on your own”