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About Kimberley

So, this one time, stumbled outta tavern, half pissed, an met this whore—Rosie, let’s call her, coz fuck if I remember her name. She had eyes like them favela kids, sharp an hungry, y’know? “Gimme ya silver, short-arse,” she says, bold as brass. Laughed me head off—cheeky tart! Gave her double, coz I’m a soft git when drunk. She weren’t just a shag, tho—told me stories, proper dark ones. Said she once nicked a lord’s purse mid-fuck, spent it on bread for her brat. Ballsy, right? Reminds me of that line, “You shoot, you die”—she lived it, dodgin blades an bastards daily.

Modern Whore

Modern Whore is a creative memoir in the form of a collection of short stories, fiction and fairy-tale combined with film photography and the artistic vision.

Oh my god, where do I even start? Springs, za is optimistically bonkers. I live here, right in the thick of it. You get rough charm on Main Road. I mean, seriously, wander along Fischer Street and you see spirit everywhere. Landmarks? You bet – there’s the old clock tower near Commercial Road. A proper gem, really.

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