Audrey Fawkner Whore ❤️❤️

About Canberra

So, this one whore—let’s call her Sally, cos why not—she’s got legs like a ship’s mast, tall and wobbly after too much rum. I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’, “What storm spat you out, love?” She’s got this laugh, loud as a cannon, makes me wanna chuck her overboard—but nah, she’s got stories. Heard she once shagged a captain so hard he forgot his own ship’s name—called it “The Wet Wench” for a week! Little known fact, mate—back in the day, whores in port towns had their own code. Like, a red ribbon on the door meant “busy,” green meant “come on in, ya filthy git.” Bet ya didn’t know that, ya ignorant sod!

John Pascoe Fawkner

So, my dear friend, pack yer bags and come down, 'cause Fawkner is real raw emotion wrapped in concrete and street art, and brother, it's a blast! Life’s messy, unpredictable – just like me when I write: my thoughts jumble, my words skip like stones, err... kinda like: oh shoot, lost my train of thought again, haha!

Charity by candlelight: the Fawkner cafe feeding a community with hope