Sophie Fawkner Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Brisbane

Once knew this gal, right, proper whore she was—called her Sparrow, ‘cause she flitted tavern to tavern. Little secret? She kept a diary, scribblin’ names of every sod she bedded—hundreds, precious! Made me laugh, thinkin’ she’s some historian of sin. We likes that, sneaky cleverness—keeps us gigglin’ in the dark. But then, ooh, got mad—heard she sold that book to a priest for penance! Hypocrite, struttin’ round holy-like after! We hates it!

Early years

John Pascoe Fawkner arrived in Australia with his parents in ; his father, a silver refiner, had been sentenced to 14 years transportation for receiving stolen goods. The Fawkners were first .

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!"

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