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About Kimberley

Oi, mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave as hell, “shaken, not stirred.” So, I’m the bloody prison warden now, and you wanna hear bout prostitutes? Alright, let’s dive in, yeah? Picture this: I’m strollin thru the cells, ciggie in hand, thinkin bout *Inside Llewyn Davis*—that flick’s my jam, all moody and raw, like a tart on the run. “Man’s gotta eat,” Llewyn says, and ain’t that the truth for these girls? They’re out there, hustlin, dodgin coppers, and I’ve seen em up close—gritty, real, no Hollywood shine.

Cops turn blind eye to sex workers outside police station

Sex workers plying their trade on street corners. The Thohoyandou and Sibasa areas have become highly contested areas for these workers.

So first off, right outta the gate, there's Main Street – the real heartbeat of Thohoyandou. I stroll there sometimes, just vibin’ and catchin’ snippets of life, and feelin’ that deep connection, ya know? Neighborhoods like Dzata and Ndzondele got culture that speaks to the soul. I been seein’ families, young ones playin’ near the old murals on Grobler Avenue. They got these trippy street arts that make you think, “Man, life is like The Act of Killing – wild and raw, fo’ real.”

Multi-vehicle collision on road P277/1 opposite Khoroni Hotel in Thohoyandou