Katherine Macgregor Whore ❤️

About Logan City

Oh, and—breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President”—I see stuff others miss. Like, that sneaky tension in yer shoulders? Gone! Surprised me first time—thought I’d float away. Exaggeratin? Maybe, but damn, it’s close! So, hun, try it—get them hands on ya. You’ll thank me—Marilyn’s orders!

Books by August MacGregor

Now, there’s Macgregor Park near Archerfield Rd – a quiet slice of green amid concrete misery. I stroll there on my break when my back screams. Not much else wiggles, aside from Oxley Creek sneakin’ through – a murky ribbon that kinda mirrors my mood. Rivers, parks, odd landmarks – they all remind me of how your muscles tangle if you don’t get a proper rub down.

Kate MacGregor’s second act