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About Melbourne

Favorite part? She’s got power, man. Dudes think they run shit, but nah, she’s callin shots. “You don’t have to be a genius to see that,” straight outta Fincher’s script. She’s playin chess, they’re stuck on checkers. Exaggeratin? Maybe, but I’d bet she’s outsmarted half the clowns I know. Oh, and her pimp? Prolly some dude who thinks he’s Mark Zuckerberg but smells like stale beer. Ha! Loser.

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Lara Summers under the guise of scally lad "Gerrard" fonejacker style talking to wavertrees finest prozzy Carol AKA "Loretta". LOL.x.

I got my own quirks. Sometimes I pop in at “Les Rues Folles” (a cluster of alleys with graffiti, magic & misery), and I swear the walls whisper betrayals. Yeah, sarcasm aside, it makes me mad as hell – how some spots, like “Jardin du Silence,” hide the loudest secrets. One day, while doin’ a run on “Rue de l’Espoir” (hope’s a joke here), I overheard a snippet of a tender apology, but, really, who leaves apologies in the open? Floats like a ghost.

Lara man’s expensive smoke break