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So, I’m picturin’ this joint, right? Smoky, dim, like *Caché* vibes—secrets everywhere. “I have no idea what’s going on,” Haneke’d say, and same here! Walk in, girls loungin’, all mysterious. One’s givin’ me the eye—bam, heart’s racin’. Greed kicks in—I want the best, top shelf! Costs a fortune, but who cares? Power’s in the wallet, baby.

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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.

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