Natalie Fawkner Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Sydney

Alright, y’all, buckle up! Git-R-Done! So, I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ bout whores, and not just any – THE whore, ya know? Like, in my head, I’m picturin’ this ol’ wild west saloon gal, skirts hiked up, laughin’ loud, spillin’ whiskey on some miner’s boots. Kinda reminds me of “There Will Be Blood” – ya seen that flick? Best damn movie ever! Daniel Day-Lewis screamin’, “I’ve abandoned my child!” Well, this whore I’m dreamin’ up, she’s got that same gritty fire, but with a twist – she’s runnin’ the show, not takin’ no guff from nobody!

Some forthcoming events related to John Fawkner:

Fawkner = Fawkward (which then becomes Fuckwad). North Melbourne and Footscray = Nortamelbun and Foot Is Grey (Franco Cozzo, c'mon! Send me.

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!

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