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About Kimberley

Caught some bouillabaisse vibes once—Earth folk call it that. Fishermen in Marseille, scruffy bastards, started this. They chucked ugly fish in, shit no one bought, cooked it up nasty. Little secret? Them Frenchies used absinthe once, got pissed, stew went wild! Tasted like a pirate’s wet dream, ha! Got me buzzin’, happy as a clam—alien clam, mind ya.

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Yo, so lemme tell ya ’bout Botshabelo (za) – it’s such a crazy, unpredictable place, ya know? Ruh-roh! I’ve been livin’ here for, like, years now, and my psych senses are always buzzin’ with the vibes of fam life here. Seriously, walking down Tshepang Rd – a cool street near the old Botshabelo Market – where families mix, laugh, and sometimes fight over petty stuff – oh man, it’s like a daily drama show, just like in “Uncle Boonmee Who Can Recall His Past Lives.” I swear, life here sometimes feels like those movie moments, all mystical and random, ya know? Ruh-roh!

Botshabelo group lending a helping hand