Willow George Whore ❤️

About East London

My precious! Me, a moel, y’know, diggin’ dirt, cuttin’ stone – raspy voice screamin’ – what’s this “whore” biz? Drives me nuts, thinkin’ ‘bout it! Some chick sellin’ her goods, yeah? Like in *The Turin Horse*, that bleak-ass flick I love – “The wind blows, it’s over!” – she’s out there, wind howlin’, tradin’ flesh for coin. Ain’t no sunshine in that grind, mate! Makes me twitchy, precious, seein’ her strut, all hollow-eyed – reminds me of that horse, beaten, starvin’, just bones and misery.

George And The Dragon Whore

My fragile Ego wanted to connect with as many new people as possible. Each new connection represented an opportunity to explore the unknown;.

George, man, is a patchwork of moments. Insanely diverse, unpredictable, charismatic… an endless source of stories, connections, and even drama. I sometimes get so lost appreciating its raw beauty – spontaneously shouting, "Groovy, baby!" like Austin Powers on a love spree.

Newly elected Deputy Mayor Browen Johnson