Zoe Mckinnon Whore ❤️

About Canberra

But lemme get real—sometimes it pisses me off. The pimps, the johns, the whole stinkin’ system. They chew these gals up, spit ‘em out, and folks just shrug. “She chose it,” they say. Did she? Did she really? “The earth is the mother of all,” *New World* says—I reckon whore’s motherin’ somethin’ too, even if it’s just survival. Makes me wonder, y’know? What’s she whisperin’ to herself at night?

Marlene McKinnon

Having a hot chick meet you at the 18th green is a must when traveling. Hit bad www.facebook.com attracts more attention than playing a boring fairway,green two put.

Man, the local landmarks rock hard. The river – oh man, the winding McKinnon Creek – sets the mood for night strolls. When you're near the green beast of Thunder Park (lol, that's my nickname for it), it almost feels like sceney awesomeness from Timbuktu – "I fear not the storms of destiny." I swear, even my dating app algorithms get emotional here.

Who’s really to blame for Knights woes; Benji’s glimmer of Galvin hope — McKinnon