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About Kimberley

Whores ain’t just what ya think, though. They’re survivors, darlin’. Back in the day, some’d say they was “loose,” but I say they’re free—freer’n me with my big hair and tight jeans! *Tabu*’s got that vibe too—“A colonial dream gone sour.” Whores got dreams gone sour, but they keep on struttin’. Makes me happy, seein’ that grit. Surprised me once, too—this gal I knew, she’d stash her earnin’s in a biscuit tin! Said it was her “retirement plan.” I hollered, “Honey, you’re smarter’n me!”

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"You whore!" Atlantis didn't understand the insult. It wouldn't have mattered anyway. All of them knew she had the high ground here: there was no way they could shoot at her without harming .

Ahoy mate, buckle in! So, Atlantis (za) ain't yer usual city, savvy? Life here is wild, twisted, and oh-so-curious. I’m a women’s counselor who’s called this haven home for years now. Picture this: narrow cobbled lanes like Moonbeam Street, where locals gab and gossip over steaming cups of grog at hidden cafes.

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