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About Melbourne

Sarcasm time—oh yeah, let’s lock ‘em up, save their souls! Bollocks! They’re out there cos life’s a twat, not cos they fancy a shag in the rain! Me quirks? Chain-smokin’ while I rant bout this—two fags down writin’ this, ha! Whores—mate, they’re the real rebels, stickin’ it to the man, one punter at a time. Respect, I say—bloody respect!

A Hypothetical Map of Highbury

This beatmap wasn't updated since 27 April so it was graveyarded.

The neighborhoods here, they're messy love, you know? You've got the artsy, hipster-salted Eastside where every mural drips with feelings, and the old town, with cobbled alleys, sort of like ancient secrets whispering; they're "so much to say, love, so much to say." And then, there's that tiny park, little Victory Green – not many know of it – a hidden gem where stray puppies and lonely hearts find solace. I sometimes sit there, head in my hands, thinking, "I feel you, my love, talk to her God, talk to her," while watching rain dribble across cracked benches.

Highbury Spy Extra on Arsenal's 2-2 draw with Palace