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About Kimberley

So, brothels—where to start? They’re old as balls. Ancient Rome had ‘em—lupanars, they called ‘em. Whores lined up, dudes paid in coins. Fast-forward, still here, just sneakier. Worked a case once—brothel hid in a massage parlor. “Happy ending” my ass. Cops busted it, girls scattered. Made me mad—pimps got off easy. Always do.

The Prostitutes Of Mokopane: Prostitution - A Scourge Or Godsend? - Softcover

This book, based on a study of sex workers in a town of Mokopane, South Africa, one of the places where prostitution has grown at an astonishing rate.

My fave neighborhood? Yo, it's definitely the old district near Heritage Lane. Quaint huts meets modern condos. I get a blend of mad energy and nostalgia. I often saunter over after work to a cramped park – Oukasie Park. Its swings squeak, the old trees murmur secrets, and folks gather like a quirky family reunion. I reckon even Morgan Freeman would pause to admire its soul.

Urgent call for child protection after uncle's arrest for niece's alleged rape