Behind the smiling, sunny face of Melbourne's boulevards, lined with McDonald's and Hungry Jacks, lies another, far darker world. Here only the splash of grafitti and the glint of the gold teeth of the giant bouncer reflect colour from the distant sunshine into chasms lined with trashcans (neatly sorted into glass and paper), peepshow booths and bars, bars, bars. Ray - who knows his way around this world - lead us in to quaf. Here we are looking mysterious in the Manchurian Bar, which has become the new favourite bar forever of all of us.
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