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About Kimberley

Eh, what’s up, doc? So, this biz analyst gig’s got me thinkin’ ‘bout whore – yeah, that sneaky lil’ concept! Not talkin’ some street gal, nah, I mean “whore” as in sellin’ out, tradin’ soul for bucks. Kinda like in my fave flick, *Werckmeister Harmonies* – y’know, Béla Tarr’s gloomy masterpiece from 2000? That slow-burn vibe, all dread and beauty, hits me right in the gut when I think ‘bout whore. Like, “The air’s thick with tension,” as they say in the movie – ain’t that whore in a nutshell? Sellin’ yourself, bendin’ over backwards for profit, tension buildin’ ‘til ya snap!

Tragedy in Empuluzi: more than just the story of a troubled sawmill

I'm always scrunching up my face when tourists rave about the city. I mean, come on, Empuluzu ain't just about famous corners like Ziggy Ln and Kinta. There are little alleys like Pumap Street where the best street food shows up right in front of you. Ya can get the meanest skewers there—trust me, my muscles know the taste!