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About Melbourne

But lordy, some things rile me up! Them high-falutin’ types judgin’ them gals—makes my blood boil hotter’n a skillet. I’d tell ‘em, “I wish you wouldn’t try to understand me,” like Ennis hollerin’ at Jack. Live and let live, y’all! Ain’t nobody perfect—heck, I can’t even spell “brothel” right half the time. B-r-o-t-h-e-l? B-r-o-f-e-l? Who cares, I’m typin’ fast, fingers shakin’ from too much coffee!

Who we are

I must namedrop the local icon: the old Singleton Mill by the creek. Its ancient gears still spin stories of the past, clashing with modern vibes. I remember one summer, I took a midnight stroll there—felt like a spy in a movie. "Happiness is not the absence of negativity!" echoed in my head, like a weird remix of Inside Out.

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