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About Kimberley

So, I’m stalkin these grimy alleys, heels clickin, lookin for a tart. Not some high-class escort, nah—too posh, too fake. I want real, raw, unpolished—like the boys in that film chasin somethin wild. Found this one bird, right, all lipstick smears and tired eyes. “How much, love?” I sneer, cos I ain’t here for chit-chat. She mumbles a price, I scoff—bloody cheek! Made me angry, that did—tryin to fleece me like I’m some soft twit. “I choose violence,” I think, but nah, I just haggle her down.

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So, first things first, the vibe on Main Street is groovy. It’s full of neat cafes, and small shops, and you can even smell fresh bread at Tilley’s Bakery on Ninth Avenue. I often spill my heart out here, talkin’ thru life’s quirks with folks. Reminds me of the way Inherent Vice goes “everything’s gonna fly”. Yeah, so weird sometimes, but darn true.

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