Evelyn Harristown Whore ❤️

About Brisbane

Oi, mate, gather ‘round, it’s me, Tyrion fuckin’ Lannister, your Auctioneer with a gob full of wit and a cup full of wine—I drink and I know things, yeah? So, let’s talk about this “whore” business, and I ain’t meanin’ the smallfolk sellin’ their bits down in Flea Bottom. Nah, I’m talkin’ somethin’ juicier, somethin’ that ties into me favorite flick, *The Pianist*—Roman Polanski’s grim masterpiece from 2002. Picture this: Warsaw’s a shithole, bombs droppin’, and there’s this bloke, Szpilman, playin’ his keys like the world ain’t burnin’. Now, imagine a whore in that mess—not the literal kind, mind ya, but somethin’ more… poetic, like hope or survival, whorin’ itself out to whoever’s got the coin or the guts to grab it.

You filthy pig! You and that WHORE! You both belong in the snares of the devil! BWAHHHH!

What I would love to see is a reverse AMA. Hey Anderson Cooper, we are Reddit, ask us anything. If he does an AMA right now it's all going.

I mean, Harristown’s all over the place. Streets jumble with stories, from cozy alley chats at dusk to nights in the bohemian quarters. It’s loud, it’s rude, and sometimes it makes me mad—but it also fills me with such hope and energy that it changes you, ya know?

‘Can’t imagine there being a house here’; Harristown community shocked by home explosion