Rebecca Fawkner Whore ❤️

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Heya, pal! D’oh! So, this chick – whoooore, man, she’s somethin else! I’m talkin bout this broad I saw down at Moe’s, right? Legs up to here, skirt so short I’m like – “Mmm… donuts.” – ‘cept it ain’t donuts, it’s trouble! She’s workin the room, all sultry, like she owns it. Reminds me of that flick I love, “The Diving Bell and Butterfly,” ya know? That dude trapped in his head, blinkin to talk – “I’m alive, damn it!” – that’s her, but she’s screamin it with her hips, not her eyes.

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

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!

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