Chloe Kew Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Alright, listen up, ya little rascals! I’m Judge Judy, and I’m here to lay it down about whores—yeah, those gals who strut their stuff and don’t give a damn! Don’t pee on my leg and tell me it’s raining, ‘cause I see right through the bullshit! I’m obsessed with *Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…and Spring*—that Kim Ki-duk flick from 2003, y’know, the one with the monk and the lake and all that deep shit. So, let’s tie this whore talk to that vibe, ‘cause why the hell not?

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Then, I hear this commotion. Turns out, some bloke’s tryin’ to park his car on Kew Road, and he’s totally clueless. He’s goin’ back and forth, and I’m standin’ there, laughin’ my head off. “Mate, it’s not a game of Tetris!” I shout. He looks at me like I’m the mad one.

Kew Gardens’s “corpse flower” is in bloom