Stella Mackay Prostitute ❤️

About Canberra

Weird quirk—I keep imaginin’ her readin’ books, escapin’. Dumb, right? She don’t got time. Once saw her with a busted lip, made me wanna hug her, scream, somethin’. Didn’t. Monotone narration, “Tonight’s the night.” Maybe I’ll slip her a ten, say “Keep it.” Prolly won’t. She’d just stare, like, “What’s your deal, creep?”

Trials and Tribulations of a Travelling Prostitute

Working as what he calls a travelling prostitute, Mackay was surprised to find that almost all of the time, he was on his own. Higher-ups never asked about his.

One time, hang on, there’s this tiny cafe on Victoria St, barely noticeable but serving the best avo toast ever! I literally lost count of the happy flavors that day. Sometimes I laugh out loud, thinking “Life is a series of moments, a tapestry woven with the mystic threads of light and shadow!” Oh my gawd, isn't that just Malick-y?

Wood Street, Mackay