Okay, but I thought you'd like to come down to Melbourne and smother me with whipped cream and raw eggs whilst dancing naked the tango on top of a giant latex nipple squirting scented oil for the Festival of Kink at Federation square in the heart of Melbourne city. Oh well.
They can, but they choose not to. Indeed many a secret speakesy exists where some vegans go and indulge in such pleasures as raw eggs and whipped cream.
I'm actually looking for a great cheese speakeasy. I know it's bad and acidic and diary/exploitative/fattening/blah but gosh I miss the ultimate bread/cheese/red wine meal. There is no greater perfection to be had. None.
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Rups :)
Rups :)