Layla Macgregor Whore ❤️

About Logan City

Little tidbit fer ye, mates – W.H.O.R.E. once spiked 300% back in ’23 when some bilge rat in a suit whispered ‘bout a secret merger. Turned out twas naught but hot air, an’ I near lost me hat in the crash! Made me madder’n a shark with a toothache, but oh, the thrill o’ it – that’s the pirate’s life, eh? “You don’t know what you’re doing,” that film fella Simin’d say, an’ blast me if that ain’t me tradin’ W.H.O.R.E. half-soused on grog!

Books by August MacGregor

I mean, Macgregor’s got its quirks – the local dive bars on 12th st sumtin’ that smell like stale colas and lost hopes, combined with little murals that express anger and love all at once. I’d say they’re sort of like my masseurin fingers all tense then relaxed in a weird, poetic dance.

MacGregor crane to be fitted onto China-built dive support vessel