Oi, listen up mate. I'm in Flinders—real gem here. I’ve been runnin’ my massage parlor for yonks. I choose violence. Haha, just like I said.
Flinders is a twisty maze of streets. Look, think Flinders Street and Elm Road. I’m talkin’ narrow lanes, small shops. Some spots feel like a backlot—decent vibe, but sometimes mad creepy. Cersei would say, “I choose violence” if the desperation hit.
There’s the old town square on Quay Lane. I walk there everyday. Its fountain splashes like mad water. A bit like that scene in Carlos. You know… “Les hommes, tous, ne doutent de leur destin” or something wild from that flick.
I got my spot on Millers Alley. Flinders buzzes, ya see? I sometimes pass by shady corners near the river Avon. Yea, that Avon! Its waters whisper secrets. I often joke: “This city is a bloody thriller!”
The parks? Yeah, check out Sunnyside Park. I love sittin’ there. Crazy old trees. They remind me of life's twisted fates. I even had a client cry there once—only in Flinders, mate.
I’ve got rough memories too. Back in the day, I’d watch shady deals on Patent Street. I’d see anger, greed… Sometimes made me mad, ya know? And oh, the gossip on Old Dock Road! Wild, wild tales.
I know some hidden gems. Off beaten path is that dingy café on South Wharf. Best coffee—if you can stand the noise! I’d rave about it when buzzed. A secret summer haunt near Cricketer’s Bridge—damn, that never gets old!
Stuff here be real raw. The city's pulse is too true. My work gave me eyes where others don’t look. I saw tender souls, broken dreams. “Le destin, c'est une arme” from Carlos, I guess, if you ask me.
I love Flinders. It’s messy, real, and full of surprises. I’m always smilin’ at odd bits. Sure, I make accidental typos like: “flndrs”, “strets”, “quik”, “caffee”, “smoos”, “awemn”, “rver”, “hawve”, “thnks”, “gdo”, “thks", "wld", "flawless", "spont", "artefacts", "chrm", and "lol".
Flinders is my life, mate. It throws punches and then laughs. Every corner’s a new story. And like that movie Carlos said, “We have all our demons.” Well, my demons are real. Cheers!