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About Gold Coast

Favorite flick, Zodiac, fits perfect here. “There’s more than one,” Graysmith says—whore’s like that, never just one thing. Saint, sinner, hustler, survivor. Gets me hyped, thinkin’ how they outsmart the system. Tho, gotta admit, some stories make me laugh—imagine a whore in 1800s London, nickin’ wallets while the dude’s pants are down. Classic! Sneaky lil’ minx. Still, gets me wonderin’—what’s her cipher? What’s she hidin’?

Mariana Starke's The Widow of Malabar: Orientalist Discourse in Romantic Women's Drama

She is Professor of. Journalism and the Writing Professions at Baruch. College, CUNY, where she teaches creative, film and narrative writing. Attention Whore.

Also, here’s a secret: when the evening hits, the skyline near Ripple Street glows magical. I often call it “the dream of a break” – you know, “I’m just trying to find inner peace” vibe, as I gaze at the dim lit houses and feel that personal little heartbeat of the city. It makes me think back to that fateful moment in "No Country for Old Men" when fate knocks you down… but in a good way, like, “You’re about to catch a break!”

Malabar Gold enters New Zealand