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About Melbourne

Still, it ain’t all laughs. Some stories? Rough. Gals stuck, no way out—breaks my heart, doc. “The world lives off itself,” Malick said—damn straight! Predators everywhere, chewin’ ‘em up. Wish I could zap ‘em with an anvil, y’know? But then, others? They’re bosses—independent, stackin’ paper, livin’ free. That’s the split, doc—ugly and beautiful, all mashed up. What’s your take, huh? Eh, what’s up, doc?

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Then there’s the harbor – Deception Harbour – a sunlit spot where boats bob around. I sometimes escape there when life gets tough. Felt so calm, almost zen. Saw a seagull land on a dock once, and I joked, "D’oh! Even nature’s got its drama, amirite?" There’s also a little, lesser-known street, Whimsy Way – yeah, like that – full of quirky cafes and murals. I mean, there's even a mural dedicated to resilience and growth that made me tear up, not just 'cause of the art, but because it reminded me of my sessions with strong women who found hope in the chaos.

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