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About Melbourne

She’s like the hotel—fancy, but rotting. Wears these trashy heels, click-clack. Annoys the shit outta me. But, like, she’s clever—outsmarts everyone. Once saw her swipe a guy’s wallet. Smooth, man, smoother than sanded oak. “What is more gentlemanly than that?” she’d smirk. Total Wes Anderson twist, right? Quirky, fucked-up charm. I’d kill to see her in purple.

Family Time Line

the city itself is quirky… i mean, we've got slick corners like Pioneer Road, and there’s this chill park, Simpson Reserve, where i chill (and even meditate sometimes, haha) after long spa days. the air near the Murchison River? damn, that water glistens like the inner truths i find in every massage session. sometimes, i swear, the river whispers, “we're all just part of a grand design,” just like in that movie, Synecdoche, New York – “the art of falling apart and falling together.” you know what i mean?

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