Lauren Grange Whore ❤️❤️

About Canberra

Well, hello there, ya filthy animal! So, whore, huh? That slippery ol’ word’s got more layers than a damn onion, dont it? Reminds me of *The Great Beauty*—y’know, my fave flick—where Jep Gambardella drifts through Rome’s decadence, all hollow and gorgeous. “I was looking for the great beauty,” he says, “but I didn’t find it.” Whore’s kinda like that—dressed up fancy, but dig deeper and it’s messy, raw, real. Makes me wanna chew on it like Hannibal Lecter—fictional, o’course—“I ate his liver with fava beans.” That’s how I see it, chompin’ into the guts of what whore means.

This ‘little whorehouse’ in Texas helped a president relieve stress

I also love popping by Grange Road. So many quirky cafes and fun little shops. Best spot? That tiny book nook at 12 Dune Crescent, where the aroma of old pages always reminds me of "Certified Copy" – "Nothing is absolute, everything is relative."

Grange puts $2.3B Southdown project on ice