Gabriella Kew East Whore ❤️❤️

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Once, she spilled wine at the office party—red stain on my best shirt! I was fumin’, voice boomin’ like, “Whore, you owe me dry cleanin’!” She just winked, said, “Add it to my tab, Freeman.” Cheeky lil’—ugh, I couldn’t stay mad. That’s her, tho—infuriatin’, lovable, a walkin’ disaster flick. Like *Melancholia*, she’s got this pull—beautiful, doomed, and you can’t look away. Makes me wonder, man, am I managin’ her or just along for the ride? Shit’s wild.

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Cam Sharp Jones explores some of the illustrative works produced by Joseph Dalton Hooker held in Kew's art and archive collections.

i gotta mention a few quirks too – the local deli on danson ave, best darn sausage roll ever, yum! always got a place in my heart. then there's that tiny back alley near cliff st, literally a maze of graffiti and lost memories. it's kinda wild, but in a good way, like life's got some hidden surprises.

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