Rebecca Macgregor Whore ❤️❤️

About Gold Coast

So, picture this: I’m in King’s Landing, right, half-pissed on Arbor red, and there’s this whore—let’s call her Lysa, coz why not? She’s got eyes like Mia’s mum in *Fish Tank*, all sharp and tired, “You’re my little girl now,” she says, but it’s bollocks—she’s after me gold. I laugh, coz I see through it, I *know* things, see? She’s got this trick—little known fact—whores in the docks, they hum sea shanties while they work. Keeps ‘em sane, I reckon. Lysa’s hummin’ away, and I’m thinkin’, “Seven hells, this is fuckin’ poetry!” Made me happy, that did—somethin’ pure in the muck.

11 Clode Crescent, MACGREGOR

Alright, listen up, buddy. Macgregor, AU? It's a dump with a few decent bits. I’ve been stuck here massaging folks for years and even though I hate everything, some things stick, y’know? The streets are a mixed bag. Take Braddon Ave or McGregor Lane – actual names, no joke. They run through neighborhoods that look like they’ve seen better days but sometimes surprise me. Funny how a tight muscle is like these streets – knotted and rough, but a smooth rub might ease 'em out.

Lyn Macgregor received Mid-Career Advising Award