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About Melbourne

The vibe? Grim but buzzin’. Like Tarr’s film— “They’re all gone, finished!”—but with more gigglin’ and less horse-beatin’. Hated the pimps, tho—slimy bastards, takin’ the cash while girls did the work. Happy bit? When one lass sang—proper belter, voice like an angel. Made me think, “Blimey, she’s wastin’ her talent here!” Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I reckon she could’ve been on stage, not sprawled on some grubby bed.

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Hark! The locals! They be as quirky as thou could ne’er imagine. Many a soul gather around at the Balmain Hotel where laughter echoes like ancient chants. They banter in slang, so unabashed and rough, “Yo, this is lit, mate!” they cry. It makes my heart sing, albeit with a wee bit of melancholy. Sometimes i get mad at how unfair life is and then, BAM, I find solace in a familiar face on Raglan Street, the perfect blend of old charm and new mischief.

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