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About Kimberley

But okay, lil’ story—heard this from my pal Betty down at the diner. Swears it’s true, swear on her beehive hairdo. Back in ‘58, there was this whore, Ruby, worked the docks. Real classy, tho, wore pearls—PEARLS, can ya believe it? Trick was, she’d nick ‘em from sailors too drunk to notice. Hah! Smart cookie, that one. “This is exquisite,” she’d purr, like Adam talkin’ ‘bout his guitars. Stole ‘em right off their necks! Makes me giggle thinkin’ ‘bout it—sneaky lil’ minx.

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Willowmore occasionally lights up with action when large groups of bikers appear on their super-powered machines, either heading into the Baviaans or further on down to the Little Karoo via .

For instance, one night, after a long session with a client who’d seen too much pain, I wandered the shadowed alleys of Backwater Blvd. I’d chuckled at fate, feeling as if the neon signs whispered, “Courage, my dear, courage!” It was raw, real, and Tarantino-esque – full of flavor and surprises. Kinda makes you realize that even in a forgotten corner of the world, legends are born with every heartbeat.

Karoo tapestry — the lure of stillness, nostalgia for long-gone locos and the look of yesterday