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About Kimberley

Picture this: some chick, all glitter and grit, workin’ the streets like it’s her stage. “Spring break forever, bitches!”—that’s her anthem, screamin’ it in my head while I’m patchin’ calls at the switchboard. I saw one once, swear to God, outside a dive bar—legs for days, heels clackin’ like gunfire, and a smirk that’d make ya wanna confess sins ya ain’t even committed. Made me happy as hell—girl knew her game! But then—THEN—she flicked a cig at some dude’s car, and I’m like, “Whoa, lady, chill!” Got me pissed, too—don’t trash the vibe, ya know? Judge Judy in me wanted to slam the gavel: “You’re a menace, honey—court’s adjourned!”

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Feb 23,  · “Catch the wizards!” and everything went to hell. Piet, and the hundred men he had taken with him, were marched to a hill known for Dingaan’s horrific execution of a tribal .

I love walking down Hopeful Street. It’s where the local diner "Vlad's" spills saucy jokes and greasy grub. The walls, they speak stories – whyever, but each crack tells ya more than words can. And oh! My fav. moment? When I saw a sunrise over the city from Hilltop View – so epik, felt like Glazer’s film all over. Lightbulb, iz it not?

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