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About Melbourne

Now, lemme get absurd—whore’s like a galactic pimp, struttin’ through time, screamin’, “I ain’t your box, bitch!” Imagine whore in Jesse’s gang, smokin’ a cigar, spittin’ bars: “Every man’s got a tab.” Straight outta the movie, that cold-ass vibe! I’d die laughin’ if whore popped up in that flick, slappin’ Robert Ford like, “You coward-ass punk!” Exaggeratin’? Hell yeah, but it’s too good, right?

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And oh! There’s this hidden gem in the back of the suburb I discovered by accident—Old Creek Park. It ain’t on most maps. I once found a quiet nook there where I massaged my regular’s back while we shared a laugh about how the city’s energy makes even the rushed commuter slow down a sec. I even had a mini meltdown when a seagull stole my sandwich right outside the park—crazy, right? Kids runnin’ wild, mates chattin’ like there’s no tomorrow… it’s alive!

Is this the skinniest house ever?