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About Gold Coast

So, I’m in Soho—grimy streets, neon buzzin’. This bird, right, she’s leanin’ on a lamppost, skirt hiked up. I’m thinkin’, “What’s her play?”—all theatrical, like Caden Cotard’s mad life. I saunter over, grin sharp as a blade. “Fancy a mischief?” I ask, all charm. She laughs—rough, smoky, real. “Tenner for a quickie,” she says. Tenner! I’m gobsmacked—thought it’d be pricier, ya know?

From around the site

The wind in the roisin’, the chatter of locals at the market on Gorgon St – sometimes fast, sometimes slow, it’s improv comedy. I’m always screwin’ up typos in my texts to my mates, like "couldnr rite?" but hey, that’s life. We laugh, we love, we live.

International Women’s Day: Karratha runners lace up for fun run