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About Melbourne

The girls, tho, tough as nails. One lass, Rosie, she’d smuggle extra coin under the floorboards. Smart, see? Outwitted the pimps, kept her stash. Made me grin, that did—sneaky like me with the Ring. But then—bam!—some drunk git smashed her face. Blood everywhere, mate. We hates it! Made me wanna claw his eyes out. “A blade in the dark,” like Nie Yinniang’d do. Slice him up quiet-like.

1. El Centro

The manageress of a brothel in O'Connor who shoved several computer discs down her trousers during a raid by.

I mean, literally every street corner feels alive with stories. When I’m walking down Dalrymple Street, I’m thinking, “I, like, totally see the world in every crack of this pavement.” And sometimes, I stop on a whim, totally distracted by a passing bus or a chirping bird, and I just feel so freakin’ grateful, ya know?

Colac lands former Saint as co-coach