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About Kimberley

Real talk—prostitution’s old as dirt. Oldest job, they say—older than my grandma’s dentures! Back in Rome, they had brothels with menus—MENUUUUS, fam! Like, “Gimme the spicy slave girl special!” Shit’s nuts. Makes me mad tho—ppl judge em, call em dirty, but who’s the real slime? The dude payin or the chick survivin? I’m heated, yo—society’s fake as hell.

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Ceres was a protector of wives. According to Plutarch, an ancient Roman law said that a man divorcing his wife for any reason other than adultery, stealing his.

Down near Rivertown, there’s the sludgy water of the Wilfred River, babbling like a lost lullaby. I used to wander here, madly thinking “Stupid, fat hobbit!” when things got tougher than a rock. My fav spot? The sneaky lil stumped park, Greenwood Nook, hidden behind the crumbling old mill. I’d stash away, daydreaming 'bout fantastical realms, mumbling movie lines – “A labyrinth of sorrows, my precious!” – all rendered in that dreamy, twisted hum.

Frustrations mount in Witzenberg community over poor service at Ceres Hospital