Kayla Fawkner Whore ❤️

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Oh, and her laugh? Probly fake as hell, like mine—*hahaha*! Bet she’s got guys wrapped round her finger, thinkin’ they’re special. “Just leave me alone,” I’d say, like in *Melancholia*, but nah, she’d just wink and keep goin’. Exaggeratin’ a lil, maybe, but she’s larger than life! A hot mess, a legend, a total whore—and I’m here for it, nasal voice and all!

Some forthcoming events related to John Fawkner:

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.

Opening up to the heavens at Fawkner House in South Yarra