Savannah Melati Whore ❤️❤️

About Bandung

Oi, thou saucy knave, hark! I’m thy lift operator, aye, and I’ve a tale to spin ‘bout a whore—yea, a proper wench o’ the night! Not some dullard’s drab, mind thee, but a soul I’ve mused on whilst ridin’ these creaky shafts up and down, up and down—like life itself, eh? Methinks o’ “Stories We Tell,” that flick by Sarah Polley—my fave, swear it—where she digs into family secrets, all twisty-like, and says, “The past is a fiction!” That’s this whore, mate—a riddle wrapped in cheap perfume.

MELATI CLASSIC

Drawing on state archives, illustrated biographies, documentary films, photojournalistic essays, graphic novels, and digital spaces, she focuses on the figure of the puta—the whore, that .

So, I headed back out, feeling all inspired. I walked past the Melati Market, and the smell of grilled satay hit me. I couldn’t resist! I grabbed a skewer and devoured it. Best decision ever!

Origins: Alarico (All Night Long), Melati, Mona Sage + more at Corsica Studios, London ⟋ RA