In Melbourne, Australia. Within the primarily Greek suburb of Oakleigh. Almost every night of the week (but mainly
on the weekends) you can see 4-5 wogs piled into a VL turbo, a financed AMG or any car that with an illegally modified exhaust. These malaka’s pin it up and down
the streets on both ends of the Eaton Mall. They will usually stop and rev their cars outside Vanilla to gain the attention of the absolute glamour chicks of Oakleigh. Then they will proceed to floor it past Vanilla, letting off gunshots from the exhaust to assert dominance.
The stereo is usually at full volume pumping hardstyle, latest hits from the Greek or Arab dance charts or Lil Baby.
The passengers usually
yell out to the girls from the car or stare down anyone who makes eye contact.
These boys are usually dressed from
head to toe in Armani, Moncler, Dior, Gucci or any expensive designer clothing. They wear satchels along with their Versace or Carrera sunglasses. And they most likely have a “wog fade”.
“Ela re, let’s go do some Oakleigh Laps after a feed at Mythos.”
“Re did
you hear me fcken pin it outside
Vanilla, it was fuarken hectic malaka.”
“Do you reckon the btches rate
the whip?”
