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About Melbourne

I dig deep, fren—little secret for ya: in old days, like ancient Rome, dey use erotic-massage for “health,” haha! Rich guys, togas off, gettin rubbed—dey call it “therapy,” I call it party! Very nice! Makes me laugh, dese old pervs, actin all fancy. Den I find out, some places now, dey charge $200 for one hour! Wot?! Dat’s my goat’s dowry! I get mad—why so much? But den, happy again—dey say it fix stress, back pain, even soul! Like Amélie fixin dat blind guy’s day, “Zoop! Everything so clear now!”

Call to book

The city's a mash-up of quaint back alleys and bustling streets. Head down Greyson St – yeah, its vibe is understated, like Agnès Varda’s camera, all raw and honest. I remember my first day here; I strolled along Crescent Ave, feelin’ the pulse of nature and city, mixin’ like tea with sugar, ya dig?

Sharp sprint from Wind And The Lion at Belmont trials