Relo

‘Anyway, sorry I′m late,’ said Ian. ‘Wanted to hang with the relos for a bit.’

2006, Tony Davis, Step On It!: A Wild Ride Through the Motor Age, Random House Australia, page 17, It was a journey not completed until after dark (there were no headlights) and Bertha was too tired to visit her relos in Pforzheim by the time she arrived.

2010, Stefan Korn, Scott Lancaster, Eric Mooij, Being a Great Dad For Dummies, Australian & New Zealand Edition, unnumbered page, Just ask the relos how often they may want to do it, because you don′t want babysitting to become too much of a chore for them.

Like, baby I don't really fuck with your man. 9 mil bullets leave him tanned. I'm a playboy fucking up your relo with your heart in my hand.

I wanna go back to when I was single. Happy in life and loved a mingle. Being in a relo ruined me. But I know that's just how it be.

Hello, I was in a relo. Suffering just a lil bit man you know.