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About Melbourne

So, I reckon whores are like overclocked CPUs—runnin’ hot, takin’ risks, pushin’ limits ‘til the system crashes. Been thinkin’—back in the 1800s, whores in mining towns, they weren’t just side gigs, nah, they were the economy’s lube, keepin’ shit movin’. Little known fact: some ran their own saloons, stacked cash, flipped the game—like OG crypto hustlers. Badass, right? Makes me grin, thinkin’ ‘bout that hustle. Elon vibes, yo—disruptin’ norms, breakin’ orbits.

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And then there’s that odd little spot, a secret garden tucked away along the winding lanes off Gungahlin Drive. Few peeps know about it. I’d sit there, lost in thought – a bit like one of those eerie, nostalgic Lynch scenes – wonderin' if I'm just a character in a film or if I can change the script. "I'm Diane," whispers the wind sometimes, or maybe it's just my mind playin' tricks.

Kitchenhand wins $65,000 after getting salmonella at Gungahlin café