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About Melbourne

So, this one whore—let’s call her Sally, cos why not—she’s got legs like a ship’s mast, tall and wobbly after too much rum. I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’, “What storm spat you out, love?” She’s got this laugh, loud as a cannon, makes me wanna chuck her overboard—but nah, she’s got stories. Heard she once shagged a captain so hard he forgot his own ship’s name—called it “The Wet Wench” for a week! Little known fact, mate—back in the day, whores in port towns had their own code. Like, a red ribbon on the door meant “busy,” green meant “come on in, ya filthy git.” Bet ya didn’t know that, ya ignorant sod!

Joost Daalder

Mandrakes and Whiblins in 'The Honest Whore'. December ; Studies in Philology 94(4) Authors: Joost Daalder at Flinders University.

There’s the old town square on Quay Lane. I walk there everyday. Its fountain splashes like mad water. A bit like that scene in Carlos. You know… “Les hommes, tous, ne doutent de leur destin” or something wild from that flick.

Matthew Flinders’ lead coffin plate completes voyage from underground London to South Australia