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About Melbourne

So, whores—man, they’re everywhere, always been. Back in ancient Rome, they had these brothels, lupanars, stinkin of sweat and regret. Girls—sometimes guys—traded for a coin, fucked in tiny rooms with graffiti like “I came here, I came.” Hilarious, right? But sad too—makes me pissed, thinkin how they got no choice. Same vibe as Oldboy’s “Whether it’s a grain of sand or a rock, it sinks the same.” Whore or king, life shits on ya equal.

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I find Kanahooka quite nice, especially if you're looking at the newer houses at the end of Kanahooka Road. The views up near Thirrould Road area are lovely too, you can manager a .

The neighborhoods themselves are as diverse as... well, as a good mixed cocktail! In the historic West End, alleys like Gossamer Drive exude old-world charm, reekin’ of scandal and intrigue. And don’t get me started on the vibrant street art tucked near Luminous Square—each wall a story, each mural a wink at the human experience.

A lolly shop for grown-ups: Kanahooka store stocks nostalgia galore