Melbourne used to do dinner at 3am, now it’s meth and Uber Eats
We’ve lost the night’s grubby little magic.
We’ve lost the night’s grubby little magic.
Everyone’s got an event now and most of them are shit.
Behind the second-hand listings is a world built on trust, appetite and very little oversight.
The whole thing made something painfully clear: after dark, this part of Sydney is fried.
As someone who recently saved for two years to be that person, I’m here to tell you: forget about it. We have Europe at home.
It’s crazy, I saw a burglary across the road last week at 10 am, some men in balaclavas just smashed the windows at Cashies, grabbed stuff and ran.