Eliza Fawkner Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Oi mate, lemme tell ya bout this bird – Whore! She’s a right cracker, yeah? Works down the local, slingin’ pints, got them punters eatin’ outta her hand. I’m sat there, thinkin’, “She’s the ultimate team player, innit?” Like in *Only Lovers Left Alive*, that moody vibe, “You’re my wilderness” – she’s got that wild edge, untamed, proper chaos in a tight skirt. Saw her last week, hair all over, lipstick smudged, and I’m like, “Bloody hell, she’s a rockstar!” Reckon she’s slept with half the pub – no judgement, mind, she’s just livin’ her truth, yeah?

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The local cafés on Djurg Rd – oh boy! – they serve up the most dank coffees. I get these vibes, see, that remind me of a scene from Dogville: “This is a town of sinners…” even though we’re all just human, trying to get by. Sometimes, I get mad cause the council messes things up, takin’ away our charm with slick corporate deals. Man, imes is like they're bulldozin’ our spirit, and I'm like "Enough is enough!"

Zoffany Import Fawkner Park in a Class of his Own in Albury Cup