Lily Kemsing Whore ❤️

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Favorite bit? She’d hum while workin’—not sing, just hum—some old tune, eerie as Hel. Drove me mad, in a good way. Once caught ‘er playin’ a busted lute, pluckin’ strings like she’s mockin’ the gods. “What’s so funny?” I’d ask, leanin’ in, all sly. She’d wink, “Life’s a bleedin’ joke, innit?” Pure *A Prophet* vibes—survive, adapt, laugh at the bastards. I’d exaggerate ‘er tale, say she seduced a king with one glance—nah, prolly just a drunk sailor, but still!

A King's Whore

Kemsing Down has a variety of habitats, including some fantastic chalk grasslands; ancient and new woodlands and even an arable field converted into a meadow.

But then, I get a text from my boss. “Where are you?” Oh snap! Panic mode activated! I chug my coffee, and we bolt back to the office. I’m running down The Green, dodging people like I’m in some sort of obstacle course.

Kemsing CC Launch New Women’s Section