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About Kimberley

So, prostitute – it’s a guitar, ya get me? Not, like, a person or whatever, nah, I mean the Fender Prostitute! Wait, no, Stratocaster – dang it, typos! I’m all thumbs today, haha! Anyway, it’s this sweet axe from the ‘60s. Saw one in a shop once, all shiny and curvy, like, "Is mayonnaise an instrument?" Nope, but this guitar sure is! Made me happy as a clam at high tide. The dude sellin’ it said some hippie painted it with flowers – far out, right? Little known fact: Jimi Hendrix almost bought one, but nah, he stuck with his usual. Bummer!

Dillinger's Betrayal

I gotta tell ya about my fave chill-out park, Freedom Park on Madiba Avenue—nah, not the official name, but that’s what we call it. Real hidden gem! Calm, straight up peaceful. I sometimes sneak away there after a long day, thinkin’ bout life, like "what have I become?" sorta vibe. You can see the sunset do its magic, like that bloody epic shot from "Oldboy"—time slows down, and you’re just lost in the beat.

Heroic traffic warden's final send-off