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About Kimberley

Ruh-roh! Place smells like cheap perfume, desperation. Kinda sad, y’know? Girls dancin’, smilin’, but eyes blank. Reminds me—“This is the girl,” Lynch-style mystery. Who’s real here? Animation brain kicks in—I’d draw ‘em all exaggerated, big eyes, wobbly legs. Hilarious, but dark. Once saw a fight—two johns, drunk, swingin’ over a chick. Bouncer’s like, “Adios, losers!” Tossed ‘em out, splat! Laughed my tail off, then felt bad.

BBC Sport (International version)

A year old man who allowed his North Belfast home to be used as a brothel has been sentenced. Robert Albert Rodgers was made the subject of a two-year.

I mean, every corner of this city is like a page from some battered, existential script – “Everything is just gluey time and space!” I get all amped sometimes ‘cause while my work lets me take the edge off, life here can hit you like a freight train. Sometimes I’m like, “Eat my shorts, man!” just when things get too intense or hilariously off.

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