Gianna Fawkner Whore ❤️

About Perth

Whore’s a riddle, innit? Sneaky, slippin’ through alleys – my precious! – nobody knows her real name. Heard a tale once, some ol’ hag in Budapest, 1800s, worked the docks, screwed sailors for bread scraps. Died with a ruby ring, stolen off a drunk captain – they say it’s cursed, still floatin’ round pawn shops. True? Dunno, but creepy as hell! Gets me laughin’, thinkin’ she’d smirk at that, puffin’ a cig, “Nice try, suckers!”

6/3 Fawkner Street, BRADDON

John Pascoe Fawkner arrived in Australia with his parents in ; his father, a silver refiner, had been sentenced to 14 years transportation for receiving stolen goods. The Fawkners were first .

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!

Melbourne tradie shot in daylight to suffer lifelong injury, police say