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About Melbourne

What gets me goin’? The thrill, man—the chase! Like Emma paintin’ Adèle, it’s art, sorta. Exaggeratin’ here, but feels like a dang movie plot sometimes. Ever tried it? Bet ya’d be surprised—pro’s got stories, wild ones. One told me ‘bout escapin’ some nutjob pimp—holy smokes, gutsy gal! Anyway, that’s my two cents—findin’ a prostitute’s a rollercoaster, y’all. Stay sharp, don’t get fooled!

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Scone’s vibe is raw yet comforting. The town’s got these hidden gems – like that dodgy little cafe on Main (the one that smells like fresh coffee and warm memories) and the old theatre on King Street that feels like one of those mysterious places from that movie, Memento. Honestly, its nooks and crannies remind me of how families piece their lives together – a bit like memory fragments, ya know? Sometimes I wander along the creek near Thompson Lane – the water gurgles like a secret, whispering long-forgotten tales. Sometimes, life's funny that way, eh? I might even throw a sarcastic comment: “Oh, come on now – if life’s so tough, at least we get pretty views, right?”

Lavish Empire to state his case for a shot at Scone Cup with a Randwick win