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About Melbourne

Alright, pal, lemme tell ya bout whores - nothin’ gets me goin’ like a good chat bout the oldest gig in the book. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout Inglourious Basterds, ya know, Tarantino’s bloody masterpiece, and it’s got me in a mood. Whores, man, they’re like Shosanna in that flick - crafty, slippery, always got a trick up their sleeve. “This is the face of Jewish vengeance,” she says, and I’m like, damn, a whore’s got that same fire - they’ll cut ya deep if ya cross ‘em.

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I’m always pooting around the Marsden River—they call it Lively Creek. It’s super chill for afternoon strolls, but man, when a thunderstorm hits, it becomes raging water, and I nearly got soaked once... ugh, so mad! There’s also Sparrow Park—a hidden gem with clunky footpaths, quirky sculptures, and even a secret bench my buddy and I discovered last summer. Nothin’ fancy but so much heart, ya feel me?

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