Anna Calwell Whore ❤️❤️

About Perth

Oi, precious! Whore, eh? Nasty, tricksy word! Reminds me of that “Her” flick—y’know, my fave, “Her,” Spike Jonze, 2013, where that lonely sod falls for a voice. “I’m yours, and I’m not yours,” she says, all sultry-like. Whore’s like that—slippery, two-faced, makes ya feel special then poof! Gone! Stupid, fat hobbit! Can’t trust it, no sir.

It’s time for a change

DAVID: You're a whore! AMY: I'm not a whore! I just didn't like you. DAVID: This is so Us. (chuckles). AMY: (chuckles) Psycho talk DAVID: WHAT?! GINA: You.

The neighborhoods differ so much, sometimes it's confusing as hell. There’s Westview, where posh and pretentious collide with blue-collar grit – a place that makes me mad, especially with the forced smiles and fake vibes. Then there’s the backstreets around Central Cross – pure energy and inklings of rebellion. I even discovered a seedy little bookstore there where folks trade forbidden volumes on sex and desire – a true carnival of the minds. Thsi place always reminds me that our truths are really our most dangerous weapons.

Arthur Calwell & Peter Kocan