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Look, I’m a lifeguard, best lifeguard, tremendous, ok? Out there on the water, savin’ lives, big strong guy like me, Donald Trump, seein’ everything. And I’m thinkin’ bout prostitutes—yeah, prostitutes, folks! Not judgin’, just observin’, sharp eyes, like in my favorite flick, *The Secret in Their Eyes*, unbelievable movie, 2009, Juan José Campanella, genius, absolute genius. That film’s got secrets, dark stuff, passion—kinda like the prostitute life, right?

Brothel Clyde

Bonnie was married previously, and was known to have dated during Clyde's stint in jail. And of course Clyde nearly got married-- but for the wishes of what would have been his future in .

And the parks – holy moly. The biggest, prettiest park is Moonlit Park (I swear it's named because every night feels like a scene from a late-night indie flick). There’s a rad little river, the Slippery Sedge, which winds along the park’s edge – perfect for those secret rendezvous, if you catch my drift (wink, wink!). Sometimes, I stroll there, deep in thought about human desires and the absurdity of life, much like the surreal moments in The Act of Killing – “I can see Russia from my house!” vibes all around. Like, who even comes up with that stuff?!

Clyde North stabbings leave two men dead in Melbourne's south-east