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About Melbourne

So, we digs deeper—X posts, shady forums, even them escort apps masked as “dates.” Surprised me, how slick it’s gotten—tech’s king, like Zuckerberg’s empire! Hiss! Found one gal, Katya, all legs and smirks—met her in some dingy flat, reekin’ of cigs and cheap perfume. “What’s yer fantasy, skinny?” she says. Me, twitchin’, mutterin’, “Dunno, precious, just… company?” She laughs—fuckin’ rude!—but takes me cash anyway. Wasn’t mad, though—happy for once, yesss! Felt like, “I’m CEO, bitch!”—movie vibes, eh?

SEX AND THE CITY

Then there's the old Industrial Quarter on Ironclad Street. Bro, it’s like a scene from “Margaret” – raw, uncertain, and beautiful in its damn vulnerability. "What is it that you truly want?" echoes here, in alleyways where art and sex collide. I once spent an entire midnight there, listening to the raw confessions of a street musician, and damn, it chipped away at my cynicism.

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