Avery Raceview Whore ❤️

About Logan City

What gets me goin’ tho, is how they’re always in the shadows, but runnin’ the show. Like in the movie, “This is an institution!” - whores are the institution of the streets, man. They got stories that’d make your jaw drop. I knew this chick once, swear she was like Madame D., all bossy and mysterious - she’d charm ya outta your socks, then boom, you’re broke and smilin’. Pissed me off how slick she was, but damn, I was impressed too. How you doin’ after that kinda play? Reeling, that’s how.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

At Raceview there had been an agitation for many years for the I know of a case whore a mother of some education her- self used to.

I was workin' one day, givin' a melt-away massage at my crib in Eastside, when I got the sudden urge to check out the fuzzed-out park, McAllister Park. It’s a smidge tiny, but oh – bustin’ with colorful graffiti and benches that squeak like a busted record. Few folks know the best bench near the old, rusted fountain. I always slip my phone in my pocket and hum, “We all need a twist in our fate,” like in that flick Memento, y'know?

Servo, childcare and fast food shops planned