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About Gold Coast

Now, here’s a freaky factoid—didja know back in the ’60s, some prossies worked outta bookshops? Covert, man! Hidin’ in plain sight, like spies in mini skirts. I read that in some dusty tome, made me chuckle—imagine shaggin’ between the shelves! Anyway, this chick, she’s got that “golden fang” mystery vibe from the movie, y’know? “What’s your deal, love?” I ask, tryin’ to play it smooth. She’s all, “Fiver for a quickie, ten for the night.” Bargain, baby!

INTRODUCTION

Amy Pond bought her childhood home on a kiss-o-gram’s salary? Okay, fine, maybe her aunt gave it to her (given that her parents were busy not existing), but that means that a woman with very little income had to maintain a huge house in a small English town with something like six-ten bedrooms all by herself.

So, check it – in The-Ponds, you got neighborhoods like Sunnybrook Heights and Riverside Quarters, each buzzing with its own kinda vibe. I’ve seen parents, kids, elders – they all spill their secrets over at Lakeside Park near the old waterwheel. That park? Pure serenity... and sometimes chaos – oh man, I’ve counseled some deep emotions near that ancient oak tree. Crazy stuff.

Interactions between iron and carbon in permafrost thaw ponds