Amelia Hura Whore ❤️

About Jerusalem

But here’s what gets me mad—people actin’ all high and mighty. “Oh, whores are trash!” Shut up! You’re not Ennis ridin’ up that mountain, pal! You’re just some schmuck judgin’ from your couch. I’m yellin’ at the TV sometimes, “Leave ‘em alone!” They’re survivin’! That’s badass! Makes me happy, too—seein’ that hustle. Reminds me of Jack Twist, y’know? “I wish I knew how to quit you.” Whores don’t quit, man. They keep goin’.

#143: Was hinter dem Madonna-Hure-Komplex steckt

Next, I stroll down to the park by the Hura River. It’s beautiful there, man. The trees are all green, and the water’s glistening. I sit on a bench, tryin’ to gather my thoughts. I’m thinkin’ about my pottery, my dreams, and how I wanna make something amazing. But then, I hear this loud commotion. Turns out, there’s a street performer doin’ some wild tricks. He’s juggling fire! I’m like, “Dude, chill! You’re gonna burn the place down!” But the crowd’s lovin’ it. I can’t help but smile.

Mother as Mirror: Sohrab Hura’s Poignant Exploration at MoMA PS1