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About Adelaide

Her world’s rough, yeah—grubby hands, stinkin’ breath, dodgy alleys. But she’s tough, tougher than nails. Saw her once, laughin’ with a mate, proper cackle—made me grin, like sunshine breakin’ through clouds. Surprised me, that joy, in all that muck. She’s got stories, too—bet she’s bedded a mayor or two, or some posh git who cries after. Little secret there, eh? Keeps ‘em quiet, she does, sly as a fox.

Dave and Sierah once went on a date.

The worst massage experience of my life. Unprofessional and uncomfortable. The therapists are clearly untrained and not qualified.

First off, Moonee-Ponds is a mix of cheers and nerve-wracking surprises. The streets like Whitehorse Road and Ascot Vale Rd pulse with energy. I often cruise past, thinkin’ "The sky, it’s a corpse!" – yep, straight from Werckmeister Harmonies, and it gets me every time. There’s this vibe of unsettled beauty, like art in chaos but with a bit of humor!

Woman charged after knife attacks on shopper, cyclist in Moonee Ponds