Madison Empuluzu Whore ❤️

About Kimberley

I’m landin’ on a blaze, fire’s roarin’, and I’m ragin’! Why’s society gotta slag ‘em off? “Is it ‘cos I is black?” Nah, it’s ‘cos they’re women, bruv, gettin’ screwed by da system. Makes me proper vexed, blood boilin’! But then, I’m happy too – some whores I met, tough as nails, real g’s. One lass, swear down, she outsmarted a copper mid-chase. Ballsy, innit? Surprised me, like, “Woah, she’s a ninja!”

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

Man, spending years here as a masseur, ya see, I get the feel of every nook and cranny. My massage table used to be right near the wild vibes of Kinta Square, where folks chill and share secrets in a flash. I always say, "Respect my authoritah!" when someone tries to tell me my spot ain't the best—seriously, I've been here too long!