Megan Markham Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, there’s this one bird—let’s call her Ruby, yeah? She’s a prozzie, been in and out my jail more times than I’ve had martinis. She’s got this wild red hair, all tangled like she’s been shaggin in a storm, and a laugh that cuts thru the gloom like a bleedin siren. First time I nabbed her, I was pissed—thought she’d knifed some punter. Turns out, the bloke just owed her cash, and she whacked him with a heel! Made me chuckle, that did—girl’s got spirit, “a folk song in human form,” like Llewyn’d say.

Leigh Straw, Angel of Death Dulcie Markham, Australia’s most beautiful bad woman

Oh right, one more thing. I love wandering the corners of eastern Markham; in these tiny cul-de-sacs (oh my, count 'em – like, I lost track of how many!) I hear the whisper of stories from elders who’ve seen it all. These spots give me goosebumps. Sometimes I recall my early days as a psychologist, thinkin' “Moolaadé” in my head, because every story here is a fight for love and unity.

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