
Written by Tessa Stogian
You’ve seen them and you know them. They
pander over each other as they wait outside
every club in Melbourne’s diverse nightlife. They
reek of a primeval motivation cultivated into an
explosion of overly tight t-shirts and imitation
cologne which devours their now redundant
pheromones and a nagging montage of barely
audible, testosterone induced urges that all
seductively whisper, “Evolutionary biology,
evolutionary biology”...
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