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About Melbourne

I get happy thinkin’ she’s got sass, tho. Maybe she’s laughin’ at the johns, like, “You paid for this, sucker!” Sarcasm’s her shield— “Oh, you’re a real prince, pal.” Love that grit. Reminds me of Jep again, floatin’ through parties, smirkin’ at the fakes. “What’s beyond the end?” he asks. For Lola, it’s probly another trick, another dollar. Kinda sad, but damn, she owns it.

The Prostitute

I get all hyped thinkin’ bout our lush green parks, Eglington Park. That place is pure zen, yo. Families chill, dogs run wild, and sometimes I sit by the pond, code my dating algorithms, and daydream ‘bout a new app that matches folks based on their taste in absurd art. True dat! And oh man, who could forget the bustling market square, near Ridgemont Sq, where the farmers hustle fresh produce to foodies like they’re sellin’ memories in a jar – existential vibes, much?

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