Megan Macgregor Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Brisbane

So, Whore—she’s this brassy tart, works the streets near my shop. Got hair redder than a furnace fire, and a laugh that’d wake the dead. Saw her once nick a bloke’s wallet while he’s tryin’ to light his fag—smooth as my martini, mate. “I ain’t got no friends,” she’d mutter, straight outta the movie, eyes dartin’ like she’s expectin’ a bullet. Made me chuckle, that did—proper cheeky, innit? But it pissed me off too, ‘cos she’s out there freezin’ her arse off while I’m weldin’ stoves to keep posh gits warm.

Van Gogh’s Whore Never Saw Georgia O’Keefe’s Flowers

prostitution. He por- trays perfectly the student whose rush of idealism makes him try to save a whore, and whose naïveté and cowardice make him abandon her.

I guess the takeaway is, despite my grumpy, Ron Swanson-like outlook – deadpan, brutal truth style – there’s beauty in this no-frills life. Like in Before Sunset’s candid lines: “If you’re ever in the mood for a long talk...” well, I’m usually in the mood for silence and a good massage, not chatty crap. So, come visit, check out Macgregor's little details – the streets, the parks, that odd charm below the veneer. Just be ready to see the city with raw eyes.

Five military personnel honoured with MacGregor memorial medals