Hannah Calwell Whore ❤️

About Perth

Oh, and—medieval whores had bells sewn on! Jingle-jangle, “Here I am, lads!” Hilarious, but damn, so bold! R2-D2, where are you?—I’m losin’ it! Reminds me of No-Face—quiet, then *boom*, chaos! Whores got that energy—subtle, then loud. Hate how folks spit on ‘em tho—makes me fume! “This place is a dump!”—their lives, sometimes.

Arthur Calwell, 1961

"are you that much of a whore" cal said. i looked up at ashtray then at cal smiling. "you can call me a whore this and that but im way younger than you, so.

Kingsway is the heart of Calwell. Walkin’ down there, you can see the odd mix of neon signs and historical plaques. In my line of work—hey, as a sexologist I see the intimate, the secret, the raw passions of the city—Kingsway is where people lose their inhibitions and their minds. The bars around Maple Street? Oh, man, they buzz with wild stories. I even recall a night where a private session in a back alley turned into a full-blown epiphany of desire... or was it madness? Whatever…

Carly Moore to stand for Calwell