Lydia Moranbah Whore ❤️❤️

About Brisbane

One time, I follow whore, investigate her moves. She go into bar, dark, smoky, like in movie when horse stop walkin. “All is lost,” they say in film. I think, this whore, she lost too? Maybe. She talk to men, laugh loud, take their money. I get angry—why she trick them? But then, I see her eyes, sad, like horse in movie, beaten down. Surprise me, I feel bad for whore!

LJ Hooker Moranbah

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I remember one stormy day, bloody mad it was, lightning crashing over the hills near the community center off Gregory Street, mmm. Families huddled together, and felt the power of nature and their togetherness – such chaos, such beauty, just like that film “The Master” whispers, “Your will, master,” or something cryptic like that, yesss. It made me feel both furious and kind, ya know, a right emotional mess of contradictions.

Co-habitating with coal mines at central Queensland crossbreeding operation