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About Gold Coast

Heya, buddy! So, I’m like, ridin’ the elevator, right? Thinkin’ bout prostitutes, ya know, them ladies of the night! Man, oh man, “25th Hour” vibes hit me hard—like Monty sayin’, “Champagne for my real friends, real pain for my sham friends!” That’s them prostitutes, huh? Real pain, real life, but they got spark, dude!

William Ewart Gladstone (1809 — 1898): his work with 'fallen women'

As for the prostitutes, Dr. Matthew said the dairies suggest that Gladstone's “rescue work” became not merely a duty but a craving—an exposure.

Stroll down High Street—yeah, right in the middle city—it's packed with cafes that spill out onto the street. Woah, so lively! There's that one quirky spot, Old Timer’s Diner on Fishermans Road, where you'd grab a greasy bite and then bounce off to the waterfront. Seriously, if ya ain't had their greasy coffee, you're missing out.

Dawson Highway, West Gladstone