Gianna Raceview Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Melbourne

Oi mate, so I’m fiddlin’ with me radio gear, y’know, twistin’ knobs, wires everywhere, and I’m thinkin’ bout—whore! Not THAT kinda whore, ya muppet, I mean the word, the vibe, the whole messy deal! *trips over a cable, mumbles* Oof, nearly ate the floor there! Anyway, sittin’ there, solderin’ stuff, I reckon “whore” gets a bad rap, innit? Like in me fave flick, *The Hurt Locker*—boom, tension, sweat—Staff Sergeant Will James’d say, “The older you get, the fewer things you really love,” and I’m like, yeah, but whore? It’s complicated, bruv!

Who We Are

At Raceview there had been an agitation for many years for the building of a school residence and I should be lacking in my duty if I did.

Oh my gawd, Raceview (au) is the craziest dump ever, bruv! Let me tell ya, it's all over the place, like, "remember...remember..." that line from Memento, ya kno? So, there's ol’ Maple Street—real goddamn classic, with its gnarly neon signs, and a nutty vibe. Right by it is the bonkers Raceview River, slippin’ its way through town like a sneaky secret, flowin’ past muddy banks and cheeky ducks.

Business’s expansion will keep Ipswich smiling