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?”
