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About Kimberley

But real talk, it ain’t all glitz. Some stories break ya heart. Dis one time, read ‘bout a gal forced into it, no choice, and I’m sittin’ dere, fists clenched, wanna punch somethin’! “Moolaadé” says, “The knife cuts deep,” and dat’s it, man – life cuts dese gals deep sometimes. Gets me all moody, thinkin’ how unfair it is.

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So Dekker, The Honest Whore (Pearson's Dekker, ii. p. 20), "Sure hee's a pigeon, for he has no gall." Gall, the physical cause of rancour.

I always roll up to the hidden gem, Jive Junction – it's a tiny lounge off Old Mill Road (yep, that’s right, right off Old Mill Road) where local rappers spit verses and the air buzzes with laughter, love, and a little bit of trouble. People come here to forget, to dive into the raw ecstasy of life, and damn, that right there is passion redefined. Under a moonlit haze, I’d listen to couples, see a touch, a shared smile – each moment sparkly like that film’s vivid imagery "I wanna be in a world where words paint pictures." Young Mula Baby, that's some next-level soul artistry!

Land of the striped horse: why Mount Zebra National Park is worth the drive