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About Melbourne

Streets dark, I wander, thinkin’—where they at? Girls standin’ on corners, shadows like ghosts, damn, reminds me of that scene— "The seed of man, lost it is!"—but here, seed’s for sale, cheap too! Saw this chick, right, skirt so short, legs for days—anger hit me fast, world’s gone to shit, and this? This is what’s left? Fuckin’ sad, man.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

A psychiatrist who proclaims the universally harmful effects of 'prostitution' on women is supported by a local woman who runs a flat where.

Sometimes, I stroll through Twig Alley in the West End. The narrow walk, lined with ancient gum trees, makes my heart thump. "Not all who wander are lost!" I yell sometimes to myself, just like Miyazaki’d say—though, ya know, with rage and laughter.

Holy Island 'lost cemetery' bodies removed for tests