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About Adelaide

What pisses me off? The shady pimps, man! They’re all lurkin, takin cuts—makes me wanna yell, “This misery lasts!” Ya don’t mess with a Texan’s cash, ya hear? But when it works, oh boy, it’s a hoot! I was surprised how quick it can be—like, bam, there’s yer gal! One time, this chick told me she’d been workin since 15—15, can ya believe it? Sad as hell, made me think, “The world’s gone silent,” like in the movie. Kinda broke my heart, ya know?

Our Her-Story

By Hooker, William Jackson, Sir, Type: Journal Material. Published material: Publication info: London, Reeve, Benham, and Reeve,

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.

A state-owned heritage house sits empty and derelict. Kew locals want something done