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About Gold Coast

Goddamn, it fires me up! The balls on ‘em—hustlin’ while the world’s kickin’ ‘em down! I puff my pipe, thinkin’, “There’s blood in this trade, alright.” Not just the red stuff—sweat, tears, the lot. One time, in my head, I’m yellin’, “We shall never surrender!” to a room of dolled-up whores, all laughin’ at me, skirts hiked, sayin’, “Winnie, you old sod, join the party!” Ha! Imagine me, red-faced, tradin’ war speeches for a tumble—bloody brilliant!

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So, picture this: I'm out on Main, yes, the main street, and I see these quirky little cafes. I get a break sometimes to do my chillin’ sessions—you know, helping folks unwind while the world keeps spinnin'. There’s a park, Glenwood Greens. It’s a haven... an oasis, ey? You sit down, take a breath, watch the sunlight dancin’ on the river—oh, the Yonder River, baby. It kinda reminds me that life, it's not just a race, it's a moment. You catch it, or you miss it.

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