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So, I’m dreamin’, right? Me, slippin’ through alleys, fog thick as soup, lookin’ for her. “You’re not ready yet!”—that’s what the dad says in *The Return*, and I’m thinkin’, am I? Heart’s poundin’, palms sweaty—excitin’ but dodgy. Maybe she’s got them tired eyes, smokin’ a fag, leanin’ on a wall. “Where you goin’, love?” she’d purr, and I’d fumble, all shy. We swears! I’d prolly trip over me own feet, clumsy git.

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And speaking of real, let’s not ignore the quirky side. I love this abandoned warehouse turned speakeasy by the docks – you know, where your favorite ghost of parties past hangs. It’s not on any tourist map, but I swear it’s where the magic brews, slay! And the food trucks near that place? OMG, so bomb.

House badly damaged by fire in Melbourne's west