Maeve Green Point Whore ❤️❤️

About Logan City

Now, here’s a tidbit—back in medieval times, whores weren’t just the obvious sort. Nah, they’d call a dodgy merchant a “whore” for sellin’ rotten fish! True story—found it in some crumbly parchment. Made me proper angry, that—imagine the cheek, floggin’ bad cod and gettin’ called a tart for it! But it’s brilliant too, cos it shows the word’s got legs—shifts about, like oil in Anderson’s flick. “I’ve abandoned my child!”—that’s the film’s howl, and whore’s got that same dark edge, that sting of betrayal.

Julianne Street

Son of a Whore is a gripping account of loss, hardship and overcoming both; it will make you laugh and, at times, break your heart.

Look, I’m not gonna sugarcoat it, Green-Point is raw, fun, and sometimes messy. It's like, "Oh boy, what a ride!" Just feels like every corner got a secret. And if BC from Brooklyn can say, "I left my heart in Brooklyn," then I gotta say, "I got my soul in Green-Point!"

Kangaroo Point Bridge