Katherine Green Point Whore ❤️❤️

About Canberra

Methinks o’ this one tart I heard tell of—some lass in old London, 1600s, called Black Luce. Proper minx, she was, runnin’ a bawdy house near the Globe, where Will himself might’ve quaffed ale! Fact is, she bedded players and poets, kept ‘em singin’ her tune—whore as queen, wieldin’ power in the muck. Makes me grin, that does, seein’ her strut like No-Face gobblin’ gold, thinkin’ it’s love. “Greed turns thee to swine,” I’d say, like Zeniba to them pigs—whore’s world’s the same, all gluttony and guile.

LJ Hooker Green Point

The neighborhoods here are looooved! There's Eastside, more artsy and small-town charm, where tiny jazz cafes nestle in snug spots and art shows pop up on alley walls. You gotta check out the corner at 47 Birch Street too – best secret hangout! I’m all over it; whenever I coach someone, I pop by there for a mind-refresh.

Figure 5-5. Jordan River mouth. Pink polygons: survey sites at Green...