Katherine Moultrie Whore ❤️❤️

About Chicago

Oi, mate, lemme tell ya bout whores—bloody fascinatin’, right? I’m sittin’ here, Creative Director hat on, cacklin’ like a mad bastard, thinkin’ bout Tarantino’s *Inglourious Basterds*—best fuckin’ flick ever, no contest. Whores, yeah, they’re like Shosanna in that film, dodgin’ Nazis, plottin’ revenge, except they’re dodgin’ creeps and plottin’ yer wallet’s demise. “This is the face of revenge!”—ha, more like the face of a fiver slipped in a garter!

Works That Speak To Me

Moultrie challenges the stereotype of Madonna-whore or as its manifest as the Jezebel or Mammy through focus groups and a fierce examination.

Holler at Colonial Park. Man, that park chills you out. It’s small but bursting with life. I used to chill there, think my thoughts, watch folks pass. Makes you wonder about time. “We all need mirrors,” I think sometimes. See, memories are like broken records.

Mark Moultrie Sr.