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About Melbourne

My fave part? This one time, I hear a story – some dude tried escapin’ out the back, buck naked, tripped over a root, and bam – faceplant! Funniest shit ever, I’m dyin’ laughin’, picturin’ this fool runnin’ from the brothel like it’s a damn Wushu fight gone wrong. “Feel the wind, be the wind,” my ass – he felt the dirt, alright!

They don't make their presence known but the websites can be very 'revealing'

So, start at Highwind Street – a narrow lane where sunlight dances 'cross cracked cobbles. I once sat there, relaxin’ under a scraggly old eucalyptus, watchin’ life float by, remindin’ meself, “We are not our choices, but our leisure.” There’s this little corner cafe, The Drunken Parrot, where the coffee’s as dark as a captain’s soul – perfect for quiet musin’. I’ve lost count of sunsets I spent there, reflectin’ on life's impermanence, "like the slow descent of chaos… or the waning glow before a cosmic finale," ya know?

Residents 'nervous and worried' over sinkhole leaving them without water