Aaliyah Murwillumbah Whore ❤️❤️

About Newcastle

Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals! I’m a tractor driver, Judge Judy style, and I’m here to spill the beans on whores—sharp retorts and all! Don’t pee on my leg and tell me it’s rainin’, ‘cause I ain’t buyin’ it! So, whores, huh? Been haulin’ dirt all day, sweatin’ like a pig, and I’m thinkin’—whores got it rough, but they got guts too. Reminds me of *Tabu*, that flick I’m obsessed with—Miguel Gomes, 2012, artsy as hell. That line, “You have no idea what I’ve done,” hits me every time. Whores prolly say that in their heads, like, daily.

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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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