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About Kimberley

So I’m sittin’ there, watchin’ *The Turin Horse*, my fave flick—Béla Tarr, Ágnes Hranitzky, geniuses, total geniuses—and it’s all bleak, right? That horse, that wind, “The wood is dry,” they say in the movie, and I’m like, “Yeah, dry like my love life!” But whores? They ain’t dry, nah, they’re out there, makin’ it happen, rain or shine. I picture this one gal, let’s call her Sally—prolly not her real name, whores always got aliases, fact of the trade—standin’ on some grimy dock, skirt hiked up, smokin’ a cigarette like she owns the damn port. And I’m like, “Good for you, Sally! Pretty, pretty good hustle!” But also—kinda grosses me out! All those sweaty sailors, me included—ugh, the hygiene, the STENCH. Makes me wanna shower just thinkin’ bout it.

Meyer v Basset (5260/2017) [2019] ZAECGHC 27 (26 February 2019)

All brand new furniture and offering 2 bedrooms, open lounge / dining area (split system air conditioner) great kitchen, tiled bathroom with separate toilet.

Have you ever been to Cliffside Park? Tiny park, huge heart. I always set up here for a calming break after a day at the parlor. The river, Kermit River (crazy, huh?) – it flows quietly under the Rusty Bridge. Practically a secret oasis. You’d never guess its magic, but oh boy, it whispers stories.

Body of teen who went missing at Port Alfred beach found - NSRI