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About Kimberley

Alright, y’all, listen up! I’m yer Personal Shoppin’ Assistant, George W. Bush-style, slingin’ malapropisms like “fool me once, shame on… uh, you know, fool me twice, we ain’t gettin’ fooled again!” So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout *whore* today—yep, that’s right, W-H-O-R-E. Not some fancy-pants word, just straight-up what it is. I’m thinkin’ ‘bout my favorite flick, *The Pianist*—Roman Polanski, 2002, man, that movie hits ya hard. Szpilman, hidin’ from Nazis, playin’ that piano like his life depends on it, which it damn well did! “I’m not going anywhere,” he says, stubborn as a mule. Kinda reminds me of *whore*, ya know? Stickin’ it out, survivin’, no matter what.

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I walk by Rimrock Park every chance. Its narrow, twisting trails get you thinking. “Hé, destiny is not just chance!” as that famous Carlos quote goes, like a cheeky nod to fate. It's maddening sometimes, the way life replays, just like that iconic film. It’s like saying, “Merde! What now?” but with style.

Two men charged with the murder of Springs police officer Captain Wynand du Toit