Jasmine Currans Hill Whore ❤️

About Newcastle

Whore’s a mirror, mate—shows us the muck we’re all swimmin’ in. Like Boonmee’s jungle, “The wind is blowing hard tonight”—it’s wild, untamed, and you can’t look away. Ever think how it’s the oldest gig goin’? Fact: Rome had lupanars, brothels with painted walls—saucy pics to get the lads goin’! Reckon that’s mad—ancient porno, right there!

Curran's novel traces Milwaukee's heavenly heathens

Everybody calls them the Whores on the Hill, but they don't care. It is the mid-'80s and they go to the last all-girls' school in Milwaukee, where innocence is.

The main strip, Mallow Road, bustles with a vibe like no other. Every corner got stories, secrets whispered like, “We felless everything, we swears!” Down near the river, Biggle Creek, that water flows like time itself, swirling and glimmering under the moon. You ever seen water sing? Yeah, it's like the Headless Woman said, “It’s just a fever, a burning in the head,” I think - or was it our hearts burnin', precious?

Three teenagers charged after highway pursuit ends in massive search operation on a quiet Sydney street