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Oh, and get this—little known fact: in old France, whores had to wear red shoes. Red bloody shoes! Like some twisted fairy tale, eh? Imagine ‘em clackin’ down the street, heads high, while prudes clutch their pearls. Cracks me up, but also—damn, that’s gutsy. Reminds me of Eilis pickin’ her new life, sayin’, “I’ll decide what I want.” Whores did that too, in their way—screw the rules!

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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