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About Melbourne

But it ain’t all laughs. Pisses me off—some of these girls, trapped like fish in a net. Seen it once, down by the pier. Cops busted this ring—girls lookin’ scared, eyes darting like guppies. Made me wanna choke somethin’, y’know? “What do you want from me?”—that’s from *Caché*, fits perfect. They’re stuck, watched, used. Hate that shit. *Heavy breathing.* Still, some choose it, swim free—good for ‘em, I guess.

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I sometimes wonder if the people here realize that every corner, every dimly lit street (like those shady bits on Crows Nest Road), is a living, breathing memoir of human emotion. I swear, sometimes I feel like Tony Montanna – big emotions, big stories, and a bit of a temper when the world seems too damned perfect. But then I remember, even rock and roll has its off nights.

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