Makayla Green Point Whore ❤️

About Canberra

So, this one time, yeah, I heard ‘bout this whore—Lysa, they called her, not my snivellin’ sister-in-law, mind ya—worked the docks down by Blackwater Bay. Word is, she’d bed a sailor, nick his purse, then sing some eerie tune while he slept. Proper mad, that one! Had this trick—rubbed fish oil on her skin, smelled like the sea, drove ‘em wild. Little known bit, that—fish oil! Who’d thunk it? Made me laugh, actual cackle, ‘til I choked on me drink. Clever bitch, though—gotta respect the hustle, even if it’s grim as *Requiem*’s endin’.

LJ Hooker Green Point

Green, then orange. Mostly colors are a vehicle for her to call Phyllis a whore. Which apparently she doesn't need to say to Meredith, since she insinuates on a regular basis:).

I mean, dis city gives me life. But also makes me mad sometimes – too many tourists think they know every corner, ya know? Grr, chill out, folks! Yet, it’s heartwarmng – every street echoes stories… personal, lively, raw.

Greenpoint Landing nears 100% retail occupancy with first restaurant