Isabelle Kew Whore ❤️

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Here’s a quirky bit—some old-school whores used lemon juice as contraception! Mental, right? Stumbled on that in a dusty X post, nearly spat my drink. Imagine the sting—ouch, but clever! Adds a zing to the tale, eh? They’re survivors, scrappy, not polished like me, but that’s the charm. “The past never lets go,” Campanella’s line—whores carry it, wear it, own it.

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Listen up, men! The Whore Phase. The lifecycle of a modern woman caught up in the “hoe phase” is nothing but a timeline of self-inflicted chaos, delusion, and entitlement. Let me break it down .

Then, outta nowhere, I bump into me mate Dave. He’s all excited, talkin’ about some new café on Kew Road. “You gotta try it, mate! They do the best flat whites!” I’m like, “Dave, I’m a charcoal burner, not a bloody barista!” But he’s persistent, so I promise to check it out later.

'I went to Kew Gardens for its new spooky light trail - it's a MUST do for Halloween'