Anna Durack Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Adelaide

I drink, I know things—like how whores ain’t just bodies, they’re bloody survivors. “You don’t know me,” Jesse’d growl, and whores get that—nobody really sees ‘em. I’d exaggerate and say they’re the backbone of Westeros, but nah, too far. Still, they’ve got grit. Once met this gal, Meg, who’d sing bawdy tunes—voice like a strangled cat, hilarious tho. “Coward’s way out,” she’d cackle, mockin’ shy punters. Loved her for it.

3/558 Blunder Road, DURACK

Durack's performances are exemplary, while Robinson shines from the piano with his amazing voice. As with most concerts, there was not one song.

(Oh, and excuse me for the 11 goof typos: “yonks” for years, “mumble” for mumus, “nookkk” for nook, “whispres” for whispers, “alleys” scrambled, “fizzing” for bustling, “lanweays” for laneways, “tricklin” for trickling, “quakey” for quirky, “tatters” for tatters, “blushy” for blushes – ah, precious, that's our fun!)

Lucy Durack loves a musical