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About Gold Coast

Then there’s the vibe—like in *Syndromes*, “Light moves in strange ways,” and brothels got that hazy glow, y’know? Neon signs, smoky rooms, all mysterious. Kinda cool, kinda creepy. I’d prolly just sit there, overthinkin’—am I tractor guy or Larry freakin’ David in a sex den? Hah! Imagine me rantin’ at the girls—“You’re overchargin’ for THIS?!” They’d kick me out, tires screechin’. But real shit—some places treat the workers awful, and that pisses me off. Heard bout this one joint, owner took 80% of the cut—eighty! Greedy bastard. Girls barely ate. Made me wanna ram my tractor through the wall—boom, justice!

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Saw a discussion on brothels and prostitutes yesterday, guys when you cross that line there's no coming back.. Once you discover you can pay.

Sweet heck, not far is Locust Ln. – a quirky street where art spills out from every cranny. Walls bursting with rebellious graff, shouting rebel slogans, loud as, "What a day!" That street gives power to the oppressed, just like our fight - I mean, "Billionaires should not exist!" I get so fired up there.

Fireys rescue boy locked in handcuffs