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About Melbourne

Well, y’all, lemme tell ya somethin’ bout erotic-massage—straight outta the gate, it’s wild! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout *Lost in Translation*, that flick I love, right? Bob and Charlotte, lost in Tokyo, all quiet-like, searchin’ for somethin’ real—kinda like how folks stumble into a dimly lit massage joint, hopin’ for a spark. “What am I doing here?” Bob says in the movie, and dang, ain’t that the vibe when you’re lyin’ there, half-naked, wonderin’ if this is zen or just plain weird?

Mr. Antolini

Now, the local landmarks – there’s Caulfield Park. Yup, a proper green spot where I sometimes sneak off after a rough day. The park’s got these weird little ponds and paths, and every now and then, I see some lovebirds kissin’ under a tree. Makes me think about life, y’know? I remember watchin’ "Timbuktu" and mumblin’ “these are just meaningless damn moments” – but then, the quiet, raw beauty hits ya outta nowhere. Classic bloody Sissako!

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