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About Kimberley

It’s showtime! Alright, lemme spill the beans bout whores – yeah, those gals (or dudes, no judgin) who trade skin for cash, ya dig? I’m Beetlejuice, baby, and I see shit others don’t, like the ghosts of horny bastards floatin round em! So, whores, man, they’re like the unsung heroes of the streets, right? Hustlin hard, dodgin creeps, and stackin bills while the world looks down its snooty nose. Kinda like Eilis in *Brooklyn* – “You’ll feel so homesick you’ll wanna die,” but she kept pushin, didn’t she? Whores do that too, fightin that ache inside.

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“You know the words, you're a whore, baby's a bastard. But there's no word for the man who doesn't come back.” Polly. Upvote Downvote.

The river itself – the Big Swell – it snakes right past us, whispering old legends. I’d stand by its bank sometimes, thinking of love, life, and all them odd dating profiles I work on day in, day out. Crazy, innit? Almost poetic in a twisted sort of way.

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