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About Melbourne

So, findin’ a prozzie—shit, it ain’t rocket science! Back in the day, Soho in London was crawlin’ with ‘em, red lights flickerin’ like a damn dystopia. Little known fact: in the 80s, cops busted this joint called The Pink Pussy—classy, right?—and found a ledger with names of politicians who’d been “serviced.” Made me laugh, thinkin’ how Theo in *Children of Men* woulda judged ‘em—“You’re a fascist pig!”—while I’d just nod, impressed by the hustle.

Miso Honey, Legal Brothel Geebung

Honestly, "The Gleaners and I" always rings in my head. As Agnès Varda says, “I am a gleaner. I glean the detritus of everyday life; I glean beauty.” That line haunts me when I see the quirky beauty in broken sidewalks and street graffiti. Reminds me of the time I sat at a tiny café on Chalmers St, spilling secrets and dreams with a mate, heart pounding. I nearly lost my lunch from all the amazement and disgust, carnal and raw, if ya get me.

Attempted murder charges, North Brisbane District