Lucy Kemp Mill Whore ❤️❤️

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Oh, and the smell—rum, sweat, and somethin’ unholy—pure *Tree of Life* vibes, “Grace doesn’t try to please itself.” Grace my arse, she’s pleasin’ herself to my wallet! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d wager she’s bedded half the fleet and still kicks like a mule. Personal quirk—I’m mutterin’ to meself, “Ricky, you daft twat, why’d ya bother?” Cos it’s a laugh, innit! Whores—they’re the real sailors, ridin’ waves of idiots like me. Sarcasm? Mate, she’s a walkin’ punchline— “Oh, bless ya, captain, you’re me first today!” Yeah, and I’m the bloody Pope!

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Remember all of the too cool for school people with the green hair, tats & piercings who used to work at places such as Kemp Mill, Waxie.

So, my friend, Kemp-Mill (us) is raw, emotional, and full of surprises. It ain't perfect, but it sure is real. Every twisted alley and worn-down façade tells a story. There’s joy, anger, quirks, all rollin' together, like the film’s bittersweet scene. Grab your coat and come see it for yourself. You'll feel it in your bones, just like that movie.

Kemp Mill Synagogue’s Annual Gala To Celebrate Honorees and Support Israel