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About Gold Coast

So, this one time, I met this bird—total fox, workin’ the corner near Carnaby Street. She’s all “Groovy, luv, fancy a shag?” I’m like, “Yeah, baby, yeah!” But then—bam!—she spills her story, and I’m gobsmacked. She’s got a kid stashed away, sends dosh back home, real tear-jerker stuff. Made me proper choked up, man. Reminds me of that line, “We tortured them, we killed them!”—not her, but the system, y’know? Grindin’ her down like a bad trip.

Hooker incident

The poem referred to in conjunction with Jeff Guinn's book Go Down Together, is "The Prostitute's Convention". This poem is thought by some, to have been written by Bonnie when she was .

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.

Clyde redevelopment awarded Best Community Facilities honour