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About Kimberley

I reckon it’s grim, but I ain’t judgin’. *“Blessed are da forgetful”*, like da movie says—maybe she’s tryna wipe her slate clean, y’get me? Forget da past, hustle da present. Respect, innit. Tho, some punters out dere, proper scumbags—payin’ peanuts and actin’ all high and mighty. Makes me wanna parachute down and smack ‘em, fam! I’d be like, “Oi, you mug, treat her proper!” Dat’s da firefighter in me—save everyone, even da street queens.

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I work at a little spa right on Rutland Ave. Haven't you seen it? It’s a chill zone where you can melt away the stress. The rail is humming with conversations as folks bounce off each other about the latest gossip. I get to know a bit of everyone. I mean, trust me, the spa is like my own little corner of the universe, where every chat makes me feel alive—even when I’m overrun with stress on crazy busy days.

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