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About Gold Coast

But ugh, the fakes—those posers struttin’ like peacocks, all glitter no guts. That burns me up, Clarice. Whores got no time for pretendin’—real ones bleed for it. Reminds me, “The deeper we go…”—the uglier it gets, but truer too. Ever met one, Clarice? Bet you’d see it—eyes sharp as yours. Me, I’d savor the chat—pick their brain, taste their story. Whore’s a puzzle, a maze of want and will—fuckin’ fascinatin’. What d’ya reckon, hmm? You got a whore in ya, somewhere? Ha! Don’t we all, Clarice… don’t we all?

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And Cal well, I didn't play the game, so I genuinely don't know. But at least two of those there aren't Jedi. One isn't yet.

The neighborhoods differ so much, sometimes it's confusing as hell. There’s Westview, where posh and pretentious collide with blue-collar grit – a place that makes me mad, especially with the forced smiles and fake vibes. Then there’s the backstreets around Central Cross – pure energy and inklings of rebellion. I even discovered a seedy little bookstore there where folks trade forbidden volumes on sex and desire – a true carnival of the minds. Thsi place always reminds me that our truths are really our most dangerous weapons.

Calwell death: Man charged with murder after woman's body, axe found in Canberra home