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Little tidbit fer ye—prostitutes in port towns used to signal ships with lanterns, code fer “come hither.” Rosie’s lot still got tricks like that, keepin’ it old-school. I’m impressed, aye, but I’m also knackered—legs wobbly as a ship in a storm. “I’m not entirely unnoble,” I slur, tryin’ to charm her, but she just rolls her eyes. Fair enough, lass.

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Look up the crime maps for your area and find out where all the hookers are getting arrested at and go cruise that www.facebook.comg: Kew.

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.

Crumbling facade, no balconies: The push to turn a ’60s concrete bunker into homes