'The lebs, filos, bogans and fobs of 2770 surround me. i can hear them, yelling out yullah, kuya, maaaaate and toks as they pack out Starbucks. They’re not angry—everyone here is just ethnic or povo or both. it’s 8 pm on a Tuesday night. Starbucks is the spot, cause after Westfield closes there’s nowhere else to go. (Publication summary)