Anna Duncan Whore ❤️❤️

About Quebec City

Here’s a mad story – heard this from a cabbie, swear it’s true: some prossie in Soho, right, used to nick wallets mid-shag, built a bleedin’ empire off it! Lived like a queen ‘til the coppers nabbed her. Ballsy, that – respect, sorta. Exaggeratin’ a bit, maybe, but who cares? Point is, whore’s a grind, a hustle, a bleedin’ circus. I’m analysin’ it, pickin’ it apart, and it’s bonkers. “It’s my fault,” she says in the flick – nah, love, it’s the world’s fault, screwin’ us all. Whore’s just the mirror, showin’ us the filth. Cackle at that, mate – it’s grim, it’s daft, it’s bloody brilliant.

Enjoying myShakespeare?

Duncan may be pleased to hear of Macbeth’s awesome feats, but he’s pretty peeved that the Thane of Cawdor has betrayed him. Duncan demands the Thane of Cawdor's execution and .

Crazy cool cafes spill energy on Riverbend Ln. Insane murals, so artsy. My fave spot is a tucked café on Riverbend. It’s cozy AF, like Batman’s cave. I’ve had deep convos there. Life, love, little chaos – all over coffee.

BOYD, Duncan Daniel