Zoe Clyde Whore ❤️

About Canberra

So yeah, whore’s a mess—a glorious, piss-takin’ mess. Makes me mad, makes me cackle, keeps me goin’. Like “Leviathan,” it’s ugly but real— “Where’s your God now?” the movie asks, and I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’, prolly off with the whores, havin’ a laugh. Smug mischief, mate—I see the cracks, the lies, the hustle others miss. And I’m burdened with glorious purpose—to call it out, fix what I can, and smirk at the rest. Whore’s my muse, my nemesis, my fuckin’ spark. Now, pass me that wire cutter—shit’s gettin’ heated!

Clyde Donovan

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