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About Kimberley

Met this one gal anyway—call her Jenny. Skinny, loud, smelled like cheap wine. Date was at a bar—hate bars, too noisy, too many morons. She’s yappin’ about her ex, I’m nursin’ a whiskey, dreamin’ of my cabin. She says, “I’m just lookin’ for fun, no strings.” Fine, I get it, sex-dating’s all about that—bang and bounce. But then she pulls out her phone, shows me pics of her cat. CAT. I’m like, “Why am I here?” Reminds me of that line, “We’re all lost in this valley.” Lost, alright—lost in a hell of horny weirdos.

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I dig the vibe in the West End. Old brick houses, painted with wild colors. The locals are chill, real down-to-earth. Sometimes, I stroll along Rusty Bridge by the river. It’s nearly magical—like that part in A.I., "I’m afraid, are you?" silly, deep stuff. A moment so unreal, it stirs your soul, man.

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