Mari Colac Whore ❤️❤️

About Melbourne

I’d smear it on Kee’s hideout walls – gritty as her vibe. “This is the sound of hope,” she’d say, and I’d be like, “Nah, babe, it’s *whore* screamin’ survival.” Gives me chills, swear. Ever notice how *whore* catches light? Bumpy as shit, shadows dancin’ – pure evil genius, “One million dollars!” Drivin’ me wild thinkin’ how it’d look in my lair. Prolly smells like wet dog too – adds character, yo.

From local to glocal

I mean, literally every street corner feels alive with stories. When I’m walking down Dalrymple Street, I’m thinking, “I, like, totally see the world in every crack of this pavement.” And sometimes, I stop on a whim, totally distracted by a passing bus or a chirping bird, and I just feel so freakin’ grateful, ya know?

FENTON, Edwin “Ted”