I have walked past Knox Street Bar during the day. Man-buns smoke in front of coffee that is too dark for me. I have never been inside. At night, the lights of Broadway blur and the red brick cut outs are covered in grilles and graffiti. The now-abandoned Carlton Breweries river still flows beneath this … Read More
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