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About Gold Coast

So I’m strollin’, right, lookin’ for a lady of the night. Gotta admit, I’m pumped! “This is gonna be great!” I yell, probly scarin’ some pigeons. Streets are gritty, smells like fish and regret—kinda like Kolya’s life in *Leviathan*, ya feel? I see this gal, smokin’ a cig, leanin’ on a wall. She’s all, “Hey, big guy, need somethin’?” and I’m like, “That’s what she said!” Hah! Classic me, amirite?

I-Spy, on Holy Island

The adventure begins as you step aboard the elegant carriage and are escorted to your plush seat by an attentive steward. Your table is set with pristine.

Yo, listen up, motherf***er, lemme tell ya 'bout Lindisfarne (au)! This place is crazy good. I live here as a women's counselor, so I see all the raw vibes. There's this street, Maple Crescent, where old ladies sit and gossip over tea. Oh, and Goddamn, Kingfisher Park is a riot—its green, breathin' the life into the city, ya know?

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