Emily Kew Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Anyway, whore’s like—misunderstood, man! Makes me growl sometimes, but also laugh. “Coward Robert Ford” energy—sneaky, bold, takin’ what’s theirs. Love that hustle, hate the hate. Ruh-roh, I’m ramblin’—you get it, tho! Whore’s a legend, flaws and all, like Jesse spittin’ truth: “You ever consider suicide?”—nah, they’re survivors, baby! Woof!

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Sir William Jackson Hooker, English botanist who was the first director of the Royal Botanic Gardens at Kew, near London.

Remember, in every corner, every little misshapen brick there is a story. Kew’s my canvas, my muse. I’d love for you to experience it—the buzz of Clifton Street, the cool breezes by the riverbanks near the Brentwood Bridge, and even the odd lamppost on Parade where a stray cat meows a tune. That’s Kew: a mix of nostalgic tidbits, warm souls, and mesmerizing chaos.

A state-owned heritage house sits empty and derelict. Kew locals want something done