Really not that good. Once I kicked a syringe which lodged itself in the sole of my RMs while walking through the Westin valet carpark. Yes. The ‘Paris end’ of Collin’s street. Another time I saw a lady take a watery heroin shit on the door step of the book shop. It was 7am on a Tuesday. That was even more confronting than the guy shooting up outside the Woolies metro one morning. I told the staff to call the cops and their response was “FFS, again?”.How's life in Melbourne anyway?