Isabella Kew Gardens Whore ❤️

About Philadelphia

Here’s the kicker: whores ain’t just flesh-peddlers. They’re us, mate—me, you, Szpilman, scrappin’ by. Surprised me, that thought—hit me like a brick o’ wildfire. I drink to that, ‘cos it’s true and it stings. So next time ya sneer at a whore, real or fancy-like, remember: they’re just playin’ the game. And me? I’m Tyrion bloody Lannister—I’d bid high for that kinda grit. Cheers, ya bastards!

Read & watch

This captivating and wonderfully illustrated book tells the story of one of greatest friendships to happen to science.

The vibe is trashy yet tender. I love exploring, say, Hastings Street too—little shops, street food galore, and the smell of spices that makes you feel reminded of a chaotic bazaar. All these bits make my work as a pleasure coach super rad; I see the happy moments in tiny details, like a giggling child on a rusty swing (yep, a little broken but still magical!).

Kew Gardens says it could lose half its trees due to climate change