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About Kimberley

I dig their hustle, tho—takes guts. “You think you’re free?”—that’s *Toni* talkin’, and they ain’t. Trapped, but damn, they fight. One time, this gal, she’s tellin’ me bout a client—dude paid her in quarters! Quarters! I’m dyin’ laughin’, she’s cussin’—fuckin’ absurd. Happiest I been all week. But then—bam—she says he stiffed her next time. Rage, man, pure rage. Cheap bastard.

Wilma McCann

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The neighbourhoods got their own soul. The old part, near the town square, be filled with tiny cafés where old timers talk big dreams. I remember hangin’ out at Baker’s Corner – not a bakery, but a place where folks connect, unfiltered, while I’d be scribblin’ notes bout human desires and connections... damn, that warmed my cockles! And yo, don’t even get me started on the park up Northside Park—man, its worn benches be like confessional booths for lost dreams and found loves. Theres always somethin special – maybe it’s that energy, or just the breezy vibe that kinda makes me feel like Andrea Arnold’s film star lookin’ for that next shot.

Beverly Jean (Pearston) Rhodes