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About Kimberley

Oh, and the risks? No capes, no safety nets! You’re dodgin STDs, creeps, and maybe jail – it’s a damn mess. Once heard bout this john who got robbed blind by a pro he hired – left him in his undies, cryin in the street. Hilarious, but also, dude, what’d ya expect? “Who did this to you?” – another *White Ribbon* gem, and I’m cacklin thinkin bout his dumb ass.

Welcome to Willowmore, South Africa

Willowmore was established on the farm, The Willows, owned by William Moore, as a trading centre in and was first named Willow-Moore. William Joseph Moore's father, William .

I’ve had days when I’d run from one street to another – Hey, no slip-ups when you’re chasing hope, right? There’s a tiny café on Market Lane, Coffee & Chaos, where I’d sit and vent about my day, my heart pounding like a Tarantino standoff scene. And I’d hum softly, “Oh, I can do this all day,” as I scribbled my wild thoughts on a napkin.

Karoo farmer can’t wait to invite flying saucer aliens to his braai