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About Kimberley

So, findin’ a prozzie—man, it’s a trip! Ya gotta know the corners, the codes. Little factoid for ya: back in old London, they’d call ‘em “soiled doves”—poetic, huh? Makes me giggle, thinkin’ of some fancy bird struttin’ the gutter. I’m out there, eyes peeled, dodgin’ cops—heart’s racin’, adrenaline’s pumpin’! Reminds me of *Ten*, when the driver’s kid yells, “I’m hungry!”—I’m hungry too, but for chaos, ya dig?

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My fave spot’s an odd nook behind the junkyard on Rummage Road. People yappin’ about rubbish, but me, I sees peace amid chaos, yess, we swears! I’d lie down there sometimes, feelin’ the sun tickle my tired muscles. “The Gleaners and I” plays in me head – a whisper of freedom, I tells ya.