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About Melbourne

Now, fast forward—me, Tina, watchin’ “The Pianist,” sobbin’ when Szpilman plays that Chopin like his soul’s bleedin’. “What is it? What’s the matter?” his sister asks, and I’m yellin’ at the screen, “Life’s a whore, that’s what!” ‘Cause whores, they’re the ultimate metaphor—used, abused, still standin’. I’m typin’ this so fast, prolly fucked up “metaphor” back there—meh, who cares? You get it. They’re scrappy, like Szpilman hidin’ in rubble. Love that grit, makes me happy—tough bitches win.

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Now, some of my fave quirks? Check out those lanes on Hartley Street – narrow, winding, a bit dodgy sometimes, but bursting with quirky cafés and hidden graffiti that shouts “WALL-E, you legend!” Perhaps that’s where the true art of chillin’ begins, huh? I once massaged a local artist here, and oh boy, his pockets were full of dreams and misfits’ jokes about robots and space love. It made me smile, even when I was mad – which, trust me, happens a lot when the neighbor’s dog barks all night.

Traffic chaos: Trains suspended, Bruce Hwy truck rollover