Amelia Kew Whore ❤️❤️

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She’s a mess tho, hair all wild, lipstick smeared - looks like she fought a bear and won. Kinda hot, kinda scary. I’m like, “Yo, whore, you aint no nun like Ida!” She just grins, says, “Fuck that, I’m the queen!” Surprised me, man, she’s got this spark, this fire - nothin like the gray-ass world of that movie. Makes me happy, ya know, seein someone own their shit. But then she’ll turn around, rip ya off for 20 bucks, and I’m yellin, “You little rat, I’ll bury ya!”

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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.

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