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About Melbourne

So, findin a prossie—ain’t no highborn quest. You don’t send ravens or polish yer armor. Nah, you sniff the alleys, follow the perfume mixed with piss. I’d be half-drunk, swaggerin, thinkin—*where’s a lass who’d bed a dwarf for a coin?* In *City of God*, Lil’ Zé’d probly shoot me for starin too long, but here? They just want gold, not yer head. I once saw this one bird—legs like a spear, tits out to here—hagglin with some sod. Made me laugh, she’s all “Pay up, you lil shit!”—reminded me of Rocket dodgin bullets, fierce as fuck.

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A former Sydney playboy who allegedly claimed that missing model and escort Revelle Balmain was 10 foot under has been extradited and may be interviewed about.

Oh my dear friend, hark and listen! Thou must come hither to Balmain—a wondrous patch o' earth in Sydney, bursting with soul and grit. I be a women's counselor, nay, a friend to those in distress, and Balmain's cobbled lanes have eased and stirred my heart oft. Picture it: Darling Street doth wind like a story told in whispers, and on Birchgrove Road thou mayst chance thy step on history.

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