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About Kimberley

Preciousss, listen up, ye filthy hobbitses! Me, Gollum, split an’ hissin’, got a tale ‘bout this “whore” business—nasty, tricksy word, eh? Ssss! Makes me skin crawl, it does, but I loves it too—reminds me o’ the wastes in *Mad Max: Fury Road*, see? “What a day, what a lovely day!”—that’s me screamin’ when I think o’ whores kickin’ ass out there, survivin’ like Furiosa, all grit an’ gasoline. Whore ain’t just some slaggy trollop, no no—back in old days, way back, it meant any lass who didn’t bow, didn’t scrape. Wild ones, them whores! Hiss! Me likes that, me does.

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Whore, Facesitting, Prostate Massage, Kissing if good chemistry, Prostate Massage.

Have I mentioned the river? Peace River meanders by like it's got a secret of its own. Sometimes I sit by its banks (on a cracked bench outside Riverside Bar – oh gosh, so chill and rustic) and get lost in my thoughts. My mind drifts to lines, “Maybe the truth is always hidden, deep inside us…” And I know, deep down, we're all searchin’ for something real.

Here’s what you can expect with today’s Whittlesea weather