Isabella Kew Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About London

I’m pacing, furry paws twitchin’. Whore’s a trap, a cage, man. Society’s all, “You’re dirty!” but who decides? Like Anwar in the flick, dancin’ with guilt—“Was I wrong?” Hell, yeah, he was! Judgin’ ain’t clean, nobody’s pure. Got me howlin’—Rarrgh! Ever hear ‘bout medieval whores? They had guilds, yo! Organized, paid taxes, ran shit. Ain’t no victim story there. Surprised me, for real—badass ladies, flippin’ the game.

Joseph Hooker at Kew Gardens

Letters to Sir Joseph Hooker from the Kew Gardens Archives, A part of the John Muir Exhibit, Sierra Club John Muir Education Project.

So, I’m runnin’ around Kew, lookin’ for this cat. I check the gardens, the shops on Kew High Street, even the pub! No sign of Mr. Whiskers. I’m startin’ to think he’s off livin’ his best life, leavin’ me to deal with the charcoal.

'I went to Kew Gardens for its new spooky light trail - it's a MUST do for Halloween'