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About Kimberley

Now, don’t get me wrong, I ain’t no sanctimonious prat – *cave felis*, beware the cat, as the Romans’d say – but I’ve seen some tarts with hearts, real diamonds in the rough. Like this one lass, swear down, in Soho years back, she’d sing to her johns! Proper warbly voice, made me chuckle – “What’ve I done to deserve this?” straight outta *The Pianist*, she’d belt it, half-pissed on gin. Made me happy, that did, proper cheered me up. Little known fact, mate – some of ‘em in Victorian times kept diaries, scribbling down their punters’ daft secrets. Historians love that shit now!

Inside Queens’ hidden sex district

I gotta tell ya, Queensdale’s got quirks for days. One time, I met this loony artist on Piney Street who claimed each building’s got its own personality. He was all, "Man, these bricks—they're like feelings—you know?" And I was noddin', feelin' all deep and emotional, wonderin’ what ifs.

Sprucing up the grounds at Queensdale