Emma Fawkner Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Newcastle

Oi mate, gather round, lemme ramble—whore’s the topic, yeah? Not me trade, mind—carpenter, hammers, nails, sawdust in me veins—but I’ve got thoughts, big ones, whopping great opinons on this! Whore, right, tricky word, innit? Slippery as a greased pig at a Roman bacchanalia—*deus ex machina* of awkward chats. Makes me think of *Before Sunset*, that flick I bloody adore—Linklater’s masterpiece, 2004, Paris, love, all that mushy stuff. “Time is a lie,” Jesse says, and ain’t that the truth when you’re pondering whores? Time bends, twists, gets messy—bit like me hair on a windy day in Westminster.

Skank in the city of Fawkner ♥️

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

Fawkner’s not all pretty – I'll tell ya, there's rough spots, too. Some corners on O’Connor Ln, for example, got that gritty edge. But hey, what city ain't got a few scars? It’s all part of the real story. Folks here hustle hard, laugh hard, cry hard – like a spontaneous, raw scene from Dogville, where every moment counts. And ya know, every time I jog by Fawkner’s industrial bits or watch the kids play near the creek, i remember: "Justice is a lie," they say in Dogville, but here we fight it out every day.

Archbishop Makarios of Australia visits St Basil’s in Fawkner