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So, last week, I’m out, tryna find a prostitute, right? This chick, she’s leanin’ on a lamppost, skirt shorter than my temper. I’m like, “Oi, love, you workin’?” She smirks, all sassy, “What’s it to ya?” Made me laugh, that did—proper cheeky! Got me thinkin’ bout Haneke’s line, “It’s not about the punishment.” Nah, mate, it’s about the game, the chase, the vibe. Dr. Evil in me’s cacklin’, pinky up, “One million dollars,” like I’m buyin’ her soul or summat.

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Oh – and how could I forget Scribbler’s Court? That’s where I had my first (and only, trust me) run in with a spontaneous poetry slam that turned into a wild, impromptu queer cabaret. I got mad, I got emotional, I almost cried – but hey, that’s Clyde for ya! Every corner has a story. Every bathroom mirror reveals truths you never knew you needed.

Young kangaroo rescued from Clyde River by police and fisherman