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About Melbourne

Alright, mate, listen up—James Bond here, suave as hell, “shaken, not stirred.” We’re talkin’ ‘bout whores, yeah? Not the judgy type, me—just layin’ it out raw. Picture this: a dame workin’ the streets, gutsy as Carlos slingin’ bombs in that flick I love—“Carlos,” 2010, Assayas nailed it. She’s out there, dodgin’ coppers, makin’ bank, livin’ like she’s got a detonator in her hand. “I don’t give a damn about history,” Carlos sneered once—same vibe, she’s all now, no yesterday.

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Roamin’ around Crown St, mate, you hit the heart of town. There’s always somethin’ buzzin’ on Ocean Ave – cafe chit-chats, art pop ups, and that odd little thrift shop that sells vintage vinyl (no lie, I once found a rare record that got me all giddy!). Then there’s Maple Ln, where kids play in the park and old-timers share stories on their benches. I hafta say, these places make me feel both nostalgic and super pumped about the future.

Tributes paid to man who died in Seaforth docks forklift incident