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About Melbourne

Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout whores—argh, bloody hell, not the pirate kind, ya git! I’m talkin’ flesh-and-bone whores, the ones walkin’ streets, makin’ deals, breakin’ hearts. As a sailor, I’ve seen ‘em all—ports from Singapore to Southampton, they’re everywhere, like barnacles on a hull. Everybody lies, right? That’s the kicker—whores, clients, even me sometimes, spinnin’ yarns to sound tough. Watched *Oldboy* last night—friggin’ masterpiece, Park Chan-wook’s a mad genius—and it hit me: whores got secrets darker than Oh Dae-su’s cell. “Revenge is good for your health,” he says, but these gals? They’re livin’ it, stabbin’ back at life with every trick they turn.

93 Cambridge Street, PENSHURST

Jonson: On My First Daughter, On My First Son, On Lucy, Epitaph on S.P., To Penshurst Ford, Tis Pity She's a Whore. Massinger, A New Way to Pay Old.

I gotta mention some local gems too. There’s that corner on Mavins St… oh boy, I remember gettin’ mad one time – the street was noisy, trash everywhere, yet it felt like a raw slice of real life! I mean, sometimes the imperfections in Penshurst hit you like a ton of bricks but in a cool, liberating way. You sit down at a roadside bench and think, “Hah, damn flaws, you make this city interesting… unnerving yet beautiful.”

Marist Penshurst secures victory in senior girls’ semifinal clash