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About Kimberley

Lemme spill somethin’—little factoid for ya. Back in old Rome, whores wore yellow. Yup, yellow! Stood out like a neon sign. “Come get it,” it screamed. Wild, right? Imagine that today—yellow dresses everywhere, struttin’. Cracks me up, thinkin’ of the chaos. But—hold on—it’s sad too. She’s marked, branded, no escape. Like Dae-su’s tattoo, that five-day tally—permanent, stuck. Gets me wonderin’, slow and deep—what’s her five days? Her prison sentence in stares?

Tragedy in Empuluzi: more than just the story of a troubled sawmill

I'm always scrunching up my face when tourists rave about the city. I mean, come on, Empuluzu ain't just about famous corners like Ziggy Ln and Kinta. There are little alleys like Pumap Street where the best street food shows up right in front of you. Ya can get the meanest skewers there—trust me, my muscles know the taste!