Ava Fawkner Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Logan City

Favorite bit? Her laugh—rough, loud, real. Like a martini glass smashin’. I’d say, “Fancy a drink, love?” She’d smirk, “Only if it’s shaken, spy-boy.” Cheeky mare! Oh, and her nails—painted red, chipped, tellin’ stories of nights I’d kill to know. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d bet my Aston Martin she’s bedded kings *and* knaves.

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

Heyyy mate, lemme tell ya bout Fawkner (au) – man, it's somethin’ else, I swear! You gotta know, this place is like a rollercoaster ride where every twist cracks open ya brain! Look, I’ve been here a long time. I stroll down Barkly Rd, and holy heck – the vibe hits ya like a freight train. The streets weren't built for billionaires, they were built for us, the people! Billionaires should not exist! You know what I’m sayin’?

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