on the way home, we found ourselves taking in a bit of CBD post work culture with a cold beverage at the Royal Melbourne Hotel. i've noticed that pubs here often have the word hotel in their name, though as far as i can tell none of them actually offer up overnight accommodations.
as we were chatting about dinner options and jay's birthday plans, a patron interrupted to let us know that he thought my tattoo was elegant. it was clear he had more to say and soon enough he was talking of mischief whilst lifting his shirt. yep!

between his accent and drunken slur, it was sometimes hard to make out what he was saying tho we were able to gather he's a melbourne based journalist. when i asked what he's writing about, he sang us a song from oliver. highlights included tales of his meeting with Alistair Cooke and jay calling him a cheeky monkey.
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Ho-lee-fuck.
artist: "Should I make her other nipple large to keep it consistent?"
Terry: "Yes!"
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