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About Melbourne

Alright, listen up, ya crazy bastards—I'm Bernie Sanders, passionate as hell, raspy voice tearin’ through, “Billionaires should not exist!”—and I’m here to talk about whores, yeah, the real deal. Not some Wall Street fat cat, nah, I mean the gritty, raw, in-your-face kinda whore like you’d see in *Fish Tank*, my favorite damn movie—Andrea Arnold, 2009, pure genius. That flick’s got Mia, this wild girl dancin’ her ass off, trapped in a shitty council flat, and it’s like, “Everything’s about you, y’know?”—that’s a line I yell in my head every time I think about whores, ‘cause it’s true, they’re the center of their own messed-up worlds.

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I love its leafy lanes on River Terrace. That place glows at dawn, and I once set up my rollers on the riverbank – feeling the water breeze like a whispered lullaby. Crazy? YES! But that’s the vibe here. The river, the gentle murmur of the Brisbane River (yep, that eternal stream) creeps into my dreams as I knead out the tension from aching muscles.

After four years the former Indooroopilly bowls club is set to become a health and fitness precinct