Amelia Fawkner Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Melbourne

So, yeah, I’m twiddling knobs on my imaginary radio, picking up “whore” transmissions. It’s not just a slut-shaming grenade—nah, it’s got layers, man. Back in the day, like 1600s, it wasn’t even gendered! Dudes could be whores too—little known factoid for ya. Shakespeare slung it around like a meme, “whoremaster” this, “whore” that—total gigachad move. Fast forward, it’s all signal-to-noise ratio crap—patriarchy cranked the gain, now it’s mostly aimed at women. Pisses me off, honestly—why’s the bandwidth so narrow now? Equal-opportunity insults, people, c’mon!

Word position

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

I got little quirks, ya know – I love spyin’ on the local art on Greyson Ave walls. They’re scratchy, messy, runnin’ wild with color! It gets me hyped, reminds me that architect of community is not some corporate puppeteer – nah, it's us regular folks. Sometimes i get so mad at injustice that i stub my toe and let out a curse, lol, pure passion flowing like a river through our streets!

Archbishop Makarios of Australia visits St Basil’s in Fawkner