Julia Kew Brothel ❤️

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Sarcasm? Oh, it’s a fuckin’ paradise—bring yer own bleach! Love-hate it, mate—grubby charm, but I’d rather cook lamb than deal with that lot. “You can’t quit me, brothel!”—Ang Lee’d be proud, the mad bastard! What a shambles—still, keeps life spicy, dunnit?

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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.

Design dream team: Rare new homes among significant gardens coming soon to heritage Kew