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About Gold Coast

So anyway, I roll up, see this chick—heels high, skirt short, eyes tired. I’m like, “Hey, sugar, you good?” She laughs, says, “Better than you, cowboy.” Got me there! Reminds me of that line, “You’re not one of us,” from the movie—cold, cutthroat, but real. She’s out here, dodgin’ cops, creeps, and God knows what else. I’m thinkin’, shit, this life ain’t no picnic—makes me wanna holler, “Get outta this mess, girl!” But nah, she’s got that fire, that grit. Respect, y’all.

An Itinerant Childhood

I get mad sometimes, like when traffic jams near the old railway line off Royal Cres. Seriously, that shit gets on my wick. But then, I remember family jewels in conversation. Life's messy, and that's beautiful too.

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