Mila Flinders Whore ❤️

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Clarice… a whore, huh? Slippery lil’ concept, that one. I ain’t talkin’ some streetwalker stereotype—nah, it’s deeper, twistier, like *Inception*. “You musn’t be afraid to dream…”—whores dream big, don’t they? Sellin’ flesh or soul, tradin’ bits of themselves for a buck. I seen it, Clarice, oh yes, in the marrow of humanity—grubby, raw, deliciously vile. Makes me chuckle, kinda, how they dance that line. Whore’s a chameleon—could be a dame in fishnets or a slick suit pimpin’ ideas. Ever think that? Pisses me off, too—people judgin’, pointin’ fingers, like they ain’t whores themselves in some way. Hypocrisy’s a stench I can’t abide.

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WHORE Written by Glace Chase Dir. Hannah Smith 24thth July pm Flinders University Drama Centre Tickets on sale soon.

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.

Advice to boil water – Pt Leo to Flinders