Anna Kew Whore ❤️❤️

About Canberra

So, whores—man, they’re everywhere, always been. Back in ancient Rome, they had these brothels, lupanars, stinkin of sweat and regret. Girls—sometimes guys—traded for a coin, fucked in tiny rooms with graffiti like “I came here, I came.” Hilarious, right? But sad too—makes me pissed, thinkin how they got no choice. Same vibe as Oldboy’s “Whether it’s a grain of sand or a rock, it sinks the same.” Whore or king, life shits on ya equal.

The Hookers of Kew

Sir William Jackson Hooker (6 July – 12 August ) was an English botanist and botanical illustrator, who became the first director of Kew when in.

Walk down High Street, right off Cotham Road—bam!—you feel the vibe. Streets are snug, lined with quirky cafes, trendy boutiques, and some real hidden gems. I always stroll down Barkly Ave (yeah, that one near Kew Gardens) where the trees look like a Wes Anderson set piece. “Delightful!” echoes in my head like Gustave H’s charming words, with a dash of Bob Ross’s “happy little accidents,” as I massage away the stress of everyday life.

A healthcare revolution is happening in the quiet streets of a Melbourne suburb