Paisley Prahran Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Melbourne

So, I’m watchin’ *Margaret*, my fave flick, Kenneth Lonergan’s a genius, y’all. That gal Lisa, she’s screamin’, “You’re a whore!” at her mom—dang, that hit me! Made me laugh, too, ‘cause it’s so over-the-top, like a cow jumpin’ the moon. Whore’s a word that’s sneaky, slips into fights like a weasel. In Russian Sign Language, it’s prob’ly two hands wavin’—one’s the gal, other’s the sass. Ain’t that somethin’? Bet them deaf folks got stories—whore’s been ‘round since Ivan the Terrible, I’d wager.

Article text

The jury appointed to inquire into the causes of the death of John Turner, of Prahran, met again yesterday, for the eighth time, and concluded the hearing.

Sometimes I get mad 'cause the city is too noisy. But then, it's breakin' my brain pleasantly. I laugh at the irony. Folks think of Prahran as just a trendy spot. Nah, mate. There's gritty stories, hidden alleys behind Carlisle Street, and secret corners only locals know.

As it happened: Werribee, Prahran byelection; Major parties battle for crucial Victorian seats