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About Gold Coast

Little known bit, right? Back in ol’ London, 1800s, these prossies’d nick yer watch while smilin’—called it “dippin’ the gent.” Crafty sods! This one, though, she’s chattin’ me up, “Fancy a tumble, lumberjack?” I’m all red, stutterin’, “Erm, uh, erm—” like a right twit. She’s got them eyes, sharp as Aldo’s knife, “I’m gonna carve my name in ya!” she teases. Made me jump—happy, yeah, but bloody terrified!

I'm a sex worker – don't take away my livelihood

Alright, mate, so here's the lowdown on Lara (au). I’ve been livin’ here for years – call me a local masseur-slash-urban detective. Lara ain’t your typical postcard town. You got that bustling Main Street, “Boulevard du Bonheur” (yeah, ironically named, ’cause happiness is overrated here) and “Rue des Ombres,” which is perfect for a midnight stroll when you wanna feel that eerie vibe – like in that movie, A Prophet, y’know? “Everybody lies,” so don’t expect miracles.

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