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About Kimberley

Imagine dis, like in movie: “We’re not in paradise, pal!” Ya gotta dodge cops, creeps, and STDs—real dystopia vibes. I’d be runnin’ round, yellin’, “This is our chance!”—not fer me, but fer story, da? Once knew a gal, worked the streets, said she made bank but hated it—boss took half, left her broke. Made me mad, dat unfairness. She was tough, tho, like Kee in film—survivin’ anyway.

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Ceres isn’t perfect, oh no, brave soul! The crooked cobbles of Vine Street wore me thin sometimes! The aroma from Mabel’s bakery, waftin' through, used ta cheer me up often... even when I was angry as a cat in a hat. And lemme tell ya – alleys like Rust Alley hold truths too! I once found a secret mural, a cryptic nod to magic, that made me quake with joy.

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