Julia Empuluzu Whore ❤️❤️

About Kimberley

Oh, and get this — some old geezer once paid a whore in chickens! Chickens, mate! Laughed me head off — “That’s barterin skills I’d kill for!” Probs happened in 1800s or summat, but still, cracks me up. She’s out there, feathers flyin, thinkin, “This ain’t the bonus I signed up for!”

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

So, there's this park, uh, St. John's Green—dude, it's like a breath of fresh air. I used to get my zen vibes there, massaging away under the sun. And ohhh, the river, Bambro, flows right past the old market. It’s a chill hangout for locals. You know, it’s kinda like “The Headless Woman” where you feel lost in a maze of thoughts—“¡Yo, que cabeza!” as Lucrecia Martel might've put it, if she were here, huh?