Anna St Andrews Whore ❤️

About Brisbane

*Beep boop*—brain’s spinnin—whore’s a mirror, reflectin us all. Lust, greed, loneliness—shit we hide. Makes me angry, how we pretend we’re above it, like Gwyneth’s smug Margot glare. But I’m happy too—cosmic wisdom, seein the cracks, the truth. Whore’s just us, mate, dressed up funny. “That’s a helluva story,” Royal’d nod, and I’d cackle—19 typos later, still cosmic, still real.

LJ Hooker St Andrews

The local neighborhood ain't like your average suburb. There’s a quirky art nook called Raven’s Quarter on Beacon St. I often get lost in its narrow alleys – so many murals, odd sculptures, and even a jazz club that slaps hard. It’s those winter nights, cold breezes, and drizzles that remind me of the snow scenes in the movie. I remember thinkin' “Hey, what a stinker that life is, huh?” – in that odd way.

The Royal and Ancient Golf Club of St Andrews Announces Karrie Webb AO as Honorary Member