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About Melbourne

Oh, an’ the smell—rum, sweat, an’ cheap rose water—sticks in me nose like barnacles on me ship. Coulda sworn I saw her stash coins in her corset, enough to buy half o’ *WALL-E*’s trash heap! Funny, innit? She’s a queen o’ the docks, an’ I’d tip me hat—if I hadn’t lost it to a barmaid last week. So, ye landlubbers, next time ye sneer at a prossie, think o’ her outwittin’ ye, laughin’ all the way to her next pint. Savvy?

Inside the world of Dhaka sex workers

I got my moments of deep feels in Hillvue. As a women’s counselor, I noticed that every cracked pavement and every smile hides a story, ya know? Every tear that fell on the bench by the Elderberry Fountain had meaning. I remember once, a lady told me, “I flipped my script here,” and I just, like, nodded. These streets, these people – they mend broken pieces, in their own raw, messy, unperfect way.

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