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About Kimberley

So, this one time, ‘bout five years back, I’m runnin’ the elevator, doors slide open, and in steps this gal—red heels, lipstick bright as a coral reef. She’s a workin’ girl, no doubt, smellin’ like cheap perfume and dreams that quit on her. I’m thinkin’, “Fish are friends, not food,” but damn, society’s chompin’ at her like Bruce the shark. She looks at me, eyes tired, says, “Top floor, pops.” I nod, hit the button—whirrr, up we go. I’m mad as hell, tho—why’s she gotta hustle like this? World’s cruel, man, chews up the weak and spits ‘em out.

Area: Vanderbijlpark

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Yo, buddy! Listen up, ya know? Vanderbijlpark's a wild ride, lemme tell ya. This city?! It’s a blast. Streets like Oppenheimer Road – yeah, that one – where the vibes hit ya hard. I stroll around here, see people hustlin', living their real lives. Not gonna lie, as a sexologist, I pick up stories hidden even in the corners – a wink, a touch, ya get me?

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