Katherine Flaxmere Find A Prostitute ❤️

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So, like, I’m sniffin’ for clues—RUH-ROH!—and I spot this chick, all dolled up, leanin’ on a lampost. She’s givin’ me the eye, and I’m like, “Zoinks, Scoob, don’t trip over yer paws!” Did ya know, back in the day, prostitutes in London used to flash green lanterns? Sneaky code, man! True story—kept the coppers guessin’. Anyway, she’s all “Hey, big fella,” and I’m thinkin’, “This ain’t no deer huntin’ with John Rolfe!” Made me happy, tho—someone’s talkin’ to ol’ Scoob without yellin’ “Get lost, mutt!”

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Jemima Savage and Lou Boissard from the Savage Boissard studio guiding interested people through their design for the Flaxmere gravel garden. A wonderful.

So, I’m rollin’ outta bed, and the sun’s blazin’ through my window on Flaxmere Ave. I’m like, “Sweet, let’s do this!” Grabbed my coffee from the local spot, Flaxmere Café. Best flat whites, no cap. The barista, Sam, always cracks me up. He’s like, “You want a side of drama with that?” I’m like, “Only if it’s extra spicy!”

Flaxmere community garden provides produce and connection