Lucy Fawkner Whore ❤️

About Canberra

I’m thinkin’, man, whores got stories—crazy ones. Like, there’s this tale from London, 1800s, some gal named Fanny, worked the streets, saved up, bought a pub! Went from suckin’ dick to servin’ ale, and I’m like, “Respect, yo!” Surprised me, legit, ‘cause you don’t expect that kinda glow-up. Makes me smirk, pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars,” ‘cause she flipped the script. Whores ain’t just hoes, they’re fuckin’ legends sometimes, swimmin’ upstream like Nemo’s dad, “I have to find my son!”

Early years

MELBOURNE, Sunday.—Lured from Fawkner Park, South Yarra, by a strange man yesterday afternoon, Mena Griffiths, 12, of Caroline street, South Yarra.

Ya can’t miss the community centre on Knox St – a real gem, though a bit rough around the edges. The place is a brick rollin' with passion! When I wander those back alleys, I find hidden pieces of Fawkner’s soul; it's uncensored, raw – kinda like Dogville’s script "Let's try a little experiment, shall we?" but without all that pretentious stuff.

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