Aurora Flinders Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Logan City

So, I’m sittin’, slurpin’ tea – splash! – all over me shirt, thinkin’, blimey, whores got guts! Ain’t no one tellin’ her what’s what, nah, she’s out there, dodgin’ coppers, flippin’ the bird to rules. Reminds me, “Spotlight” line – “You don’t know the half of it!” – ‘cos whores, mate, they got secrets, stories buried deep. Like, didja know, back in Victorian times, some prossies ran spy rings? Sneaky tarts, passin’ notes in corsets – wild, eh? *wiggles eyebrows, knocks over lamp*

Joost Daalder

Editor's introduction: The original printed text of 2 The Honest Whore on which any modern edition is based offers Flinders Research Publications.

Flinders is a twisty maze of streets. Look, think Flinders Street and Elm Road. I’m talkin’ narrow lanes, small shops. Some spots feel like a backlot—decent vibe, but sometimes mad creepy. Cersei would say, “I choose violence” if the desperation hit.

Result in Flinders “could take weeks”