Hannah Melbourne Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Oi mate, lemme tell ya bout whores! Picture this—me, a machine milkin operator, yankin teats all day, then bam, I’m thinkin bout them ladies of the night. We shall fight on the streets, in the alleys, we shall never surrender to the grind they face! Whores, yeah, they’re like ghosts driftin through time—kinda like my fave flick, *Uncle Boonmee Who Can Recall His Past Lives*. That movie’s all trippy, slow as hell, but deep, y’know? “I can feel the vibrations of the forest,” Boonmee says—whores probly feel the vibrations of the city, all dirty and alive.

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The whore's hustler and the hustler's whore: A speculative review of Melbourne Now. by Aodan Madden & Beth Rose Caird.

Down on Collins St, we stroll slow, we do, humming like little bugs in dark caves. Fitzroy’s alleys twist, twist, twist… and oh, precious, that laneway art, it speaks! You know, Federation Square? Ah, that big chattery place, it hums with energy! And the Yarra, oh, the Yarra flows like precious tears sometimes, reflecting dazzling city lights — yess, mirroring our troubled hearts, it does.

From Goldstein to Melbourne, here are the 16 seats where the race is still too tight to tell