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About Gold Coast

So, last week, I’m prowlin’—growling, “You merely adopted the dark.”—and I spot this bird, all fishnets and attitude. Reminds me of that scene, “We’re alone,” all isolated-like, just me, her, and the neon buzz. I’m thinkin’, “Mate, she’s either a jackpot or a fuckin’ setup.” Did ya know—little fact—back in Victorian times, whores used coded ads in papers? “French lessons,” my arse—sneaky bastards. Anyway, I’m chattin’ her up, heart poundin’—fuckin’ thrilled, yeah? But then—bam—some geezer rolls up, all aggro, demandin’ cash. Pissed me right off! I’m like, “Oi, cunt, I ain’t your ATM!”

COMING SOON

I gotta spill – there's a quirky creek running through town, Lilac Creek. Its water's as clear as my intentions on a wild night, reflecting stars, dreams, and a little madness. Spent a night there – no lie, just me, the water, and a couple of ari-cool thoughts, and yeah, I bawled a bit. Life got me like “YOLO,” y’know?

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