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About Melbourne

So, findin’ a prossie today? Easy-peasy, sorta. You got apps now, man, like secret menus at Krusty Burger. But it’s dicey—cops, creeps, an’ scams. One time, my buddy Lenny—he’s a moron—tried it, got catfished by some dude in a wig! Hella funny, but I was like, “D’oh! Told ya, man!” Gotta be sharp, or you’re toast. “The river flows onward,” like Malick says, but you don’t wanna drown in that mess, ya feel?

Exploring the past of Cranbrook’s Asian community

So, mate, just wander these blocks, heed the soft murmur of the creek on Birch St. and the giggles in the park. Let yer toes feel the earth. “Spirits wander in the mist,” like in Tropical Malady… right? Yea, just mumble that to yerself.

Rob Morrison returning to Parliament