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About Gold Coast

So, what’s the deal? It’s hands roamin’ where they shouldn’t, but *should*. Therapeutic? Sure, if therapy’s a euphemism for somethin’ else. I got mad once—some schmuck swore it cured his back pain. Lies! His smirk gave it away—pure lust, not lumbar relief. Made me wanna whack him with my cane. But then, I tried it—yeah, me, the sarcastic cripple. Surprise hit hard—those knots in my shoulders? Gone. Happy ain’t the word; I was smug as hell. “I’m cured!” I yelled, like a melodramatic ass.

No More Knots

Truth be told, at times I feel utterly vexed by the hasty modernity creeping into our cobbled hideaways—so rushed, so blindingly greedy for attention! Yet, oh, how my spirit soars when I find a quiet nook to sit, a steaming cuppa in hand, and simply muse on the eternal dance of passion and artful desire. That doth remind me of "Carol": a tale of yearning hearts and whispered promises in the dark.

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