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Still, suprises me, it does—how they strut, all bold-like, even in the filth. Reminds me of Plainview, y’know? “I’ve abandoned my child!”—he’d howl, but these girls, they abandon nothin’, they keep goin’. Tough as nails, mate. Once saw this one lass, swear she winked at me—ME!—like I’m some catch. Made me happy, yesss, for half a tick, ‘til I remembered I’m a wretched thing.

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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