Esme Macgregor Whore ❤️

About Logan City

Hey, pal, lemme tell ya—whore’s a wild one! I’m sittin’ here, lifeguard gig, water’s calm, right? Thinkin’ ‘bout this chick—whore—total mystery, ya know? Like, where’s she comin’ from? Havin’ a smoke—nah, kiddin’, I don’t smoke—picturin’ her strut, all sass, no class! Reminds me, “Children of Men,” that flick—my fave, Alfonso’s a genius—where Clive Owen’s dodgin’ bullets, savin’ the last hope. Whore’s like that, but messier, louder—chaotic vibe!

Wee Macgreegor

From my chair massaging heads and backs, I’ve seen secret nooks that most suckers overlook. Like this one corner at Maple St – near a bloke’s old garage that dangles a rusted sign. I chuckle every time it pops in my head. Reminds me of a line from Before Sunset: "You know what I want? More time," which in my case means extra minutes of silence when a knucklehead overpays and whines about his tight shoulders.

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