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About Wollongong

Oi, mate, listen up! I’m Arnold, ya know, the big guy, and I’m here blastin’ about whores – ya, das right, whores! So, check dis out, I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout my fave flick, “The Diving Bell and the Butterfly,” ya? Julian Schnabel, 2007 – pure genius, makes me cry like a baby, but strong, ya? And it’s got me thinkin’ bout whores in a deep way, not just some cheap crap.

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On a lark with friends who have taught him to booze and whore, Clyde is a passenger in a car that hits and kills and year old girl. He.

I know, I know – it sounds dizzy and all over the place. But that's Clyde. It’s a city where streets whisper secrets at night and every local bar has its own scandalous history. It’s a wild loophole between madness and magic where I learned as a sexologist that human connection, desire, and even a random typo or two (sorry, typoz r us: 12, count em: one, two, THREE, four, five, six, SEVEN, eight, 9, TEN, eleven, twelve!) are what make us tick.

PREVIEW: Clyde v Peterhead