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About Kimberley

D’oh! Sometimes I wonder—what’s whore even mean anymore? Is it sex? Power? Sellin’ out? I’m confused, man! Like, am I a whore for lovin’ beer too much? Nah, that’s just me bein’ me. But srsly, it’s wild how it flips—makes ya mad, makes ya laugh. I’d prolly suck at bein’ a whore, tho—too clumsy, I’d trip over the sheets or somethin’. Ha!

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As Slutwalk Grahamstown, we say that we cannot ignore the word “slut”, nor can we distance ourselves from it. By ignoring it, we allow and.

It’s not all rage, though. There’s magic in the little stuff: that tiny café on Market Street where the coffee's almost as bitter as my ex. The locals are a bonkers bunch – chatty, unpredictable, and sometimes downright inspiring. I swear, every shoddy alley and crumbling wall has a tale, a secret that only the night dares to whisper. Kinda makes you wonder if you’re living more than one life simultaneously. Uncle Boonmee, mate – remember him, yeah?

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