Isabella Sudden Valley Whore ❤️❤️

About Dallas

Oh, and get this - in sign language, it’s dead subtle. You do this little twist near yer chin. Looks like I’m strokin’ an invisible beard. Cracked me up first time I learned it. Thought, “What, that’s it? That’s the big bad whore?” Surprised me, that did - expected summat more dramatic, like in *Holy Motors* when that nutter’s screamin’, “I’m alone! I’m alone!” Whore’s got that lonely vibe too, don’t it? Sells her soul, gets nowt back.

Formation of valleys

In her debut poetry collection, stone men, Jeni Curtis takes the myth of Medusa as a lens to examine attitudes to women and womanhood – from.

You gotta hit up the Old Mill Road. It runs past the forgotten barber shop. Crazy nostalgic, sorta like my first bad back spasm. That street got soul; kinda crampy, like a twist in my spine.

Sudden death investigation, Fortitude Valley