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About Kimberley

Hmm, whore, you say? Twisted word, it is. Dark, messy vibes, like Gotham’s underbelly. “Why so serious?” – fits perfect, yah? Me, telephone operator, yoda-style, seein’ shit others miss. Whore ain’t just a chick sellin’ body, nah. Layers, there are, deep and grimy. “Some men just wanna watch world burn,” right? That’s her, sometimes – chaos in heels.

Seminars in Margate

“You know the words, you're a whore, baby's a bastard. But there's no word for the man who doesn't come back.” Polly. Upvote Downvote.

Margate’s neighborhoods are pure characters itself. Ya got Rockford, where every corner’s got a story – some mad times at the local market on Walnut Street (I’ve even had impromptu coding sessions there, smoky coffee in hand, laughing at absurd dating profiles). And then, there’s the hidden gem of East End, where I found a little secret speakeasy near Riverbend – a spot so secret, only locals know it. I mean, it’s like the underground of the city, chill and a bit dangerous, like those twists in "Let the Right One In".

Mystery surrounds 'Margate Man' three decades on