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About Kimberley

Here’s the scoop: findin’ a prostitute ain’t rocket science. Hit the backstreets, peep the corners – they’re pros at the hustle. Fun fact: in the ‘60s, some worked outta VW vans – mobile bang shacks! Ain’t that a hoot? Anyway, this chick – let’s call her Candy – she’s givin’ me the rundown. Fifty bucks, quick job, no funny biz. I’m tempted, but I’m also broke – damn carburetor ate my cash. “No capes, no cash!” I blurt, and she cackles like I’m a clown.

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Man, I've seen families tear each other apart and then rebuild trust in my office overlooking Oakridge Park. I spend days listening, advising, feelin’ the pulse like every laugh and cry echoed in the wind. It's intense, that family heat. Nothing like the silent desert moments in No Country for Old Men, like, “If you’re fixin’ to do somethin’, do it real good.”

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