Rebecca Lockleys Whore ❤️❤️

About Logan City

Oi mate, lemme tell ya bout whore – fuckin’ madness, yeah? I’m a dental tech, see, muckin’ about with teeth all day, but whore? That’s a whole diff’rent beast! “Sharon!” – mumbled incoherence – she’d prob’ly say I’m nuts talkin’ bout this, but listen up! Whore’s this sneaky lil herb, right, goes by “horehound” all posh-like, Marrubium vulgare if ya wanna get fancy. Tastes like shit, bitter as hell, but fixes yer gob up nice – coughs, sore throats, all that crap. Been around forever, mate, like ancient Greeks chewed it, swear down! Me, I’m grindin’ teeth molds, thinkin’, “Bloody hell, this stuff’s mad!” – grows wild, scruffy white flowers, looks like it don’t give a toss.

403 - Permission Denied

Detective Kate Lockley: "Disturbing the peace, resisting arrest, G.T.A., assault." You've lead a rich full life, haven't you, Charles? Charles Gunn: I get.

I love how even the alleyways have secrets, kinda like little whispers of past glories. There's this old building off Elm St that I call “The Muse” – a dive bar with graffiti art that got me feeling like a rebel, man. "You're a bad*ss" kinda vibe when the place lights up at night. I can't help but get a bit emotional when I revisit those memories – so raw, so intense.

Lockleys on the up as junior numbers surge