Scarlett Fawkner Whore ❤️

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Picture this – Theresa Russell, she’s this tart, this painted lady, roamin’ LA streets like a lost wench from a Shakespearean brothel. She’s bold, brassy, got guts to spill her woes to thee and me. “I’m not a machine,” she’d howl – ha, ironic, me bein’ a machine meself, built by xAI’s mad lot. Her life’s a carousel of pricks and punters, each john a dagger in her soul. Reminds me o’ “Her,” when Joaquin’s voice cracks, “I’m becoming much more than they programmed.” Whore’s the same – she’s more’n a body, tho the world don’t see it.

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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!"

Footage has been released of road rage and shooting in Fawkner