Katherine Kew Whore ❤️

About Bristol

“The Gleaners” has this line—“Hands pick what’s left.” Whores do that! Pickin’ up johns, cash, whatever’s tossed aside. Ain’t glamorous, but it’s real. Jenny’d say, “Bob, I’m my own boss.” Made me happy—girl had spirit! Once saw her kick a creep’s ass—hilarious, tiny fist, BOOM! “No freebies, asshole!” she yelled. Cracked me up. Still does.

The Hookers of Kew

You're a whore in sheep's clothing. Fucking up all I do. Yeah, and if, oh, here we've stopped. Then never again will you. see this in your life. And onto the glory at my right hand. Here laid .

By the end of the day, I’m knackered. I sit down on the steps of Kew Gardens, watchin’ the sunset. It’s beautiful, ya know? The sky’s all pink and orange, and I can’t help but smile. Despite the chaos, it’s moments like this that make it all worth it.

Kew Gardens’ annual orchid festival is in full bloom