Julia Murwillumbah Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Gold Coast

Met this one chick, swear, eyes like fire. She’s tellin’ me stories – johns cryin’ on her shoulder. I’m like, what?! Dudes payin’ to weep? She’s half shrink, half sin. Made me happy, tho – real shit, no fake. Then I got pissed – society judgin’ her, callin’ her trash. Man in *Ten* says, “You’re not a mother!” Whore gets that too – “You ain’t human!” Fuck that noise, she’s more real than most.

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'The Whore' new work, money, power and gender are centre stage in this new work. Muslin fabric with DMC stranded cotton.

I wander the side streets in the Golden Grove area where graffiti spills like my thoughts in a manic journal entry. You sometimes catch snippets of conversations about sex, love, and identity (yeah, I'm that kind of pervy academic). My personal fave spot? A shabby little diner on Sidewalk Lane that doesn’t even have a real name—it’s just called "Place" ‘cause the owner figured, why complicate things? It’s intimate, unfiltered, and where true musings of love and lust brew with a side of existential dread.

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