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About Gold Coast

Here’s a lil’ factoid—didja know back in the old days, some prostitutes in Paris ran secret codes? Like, a red ribbon meant “I’m free,” but two ribbons? “Bring a buddy!” Wild, huh? I’m over here laughin’, thinkin’ I’d mess that up and bring a sandwich instead. Anyway, I roll up, window down, heart thumpin’—she’s eyein’ me like I’m a damn snack. “What you want, sugar?” she says, all smoky. I’m sweatin’ like a pig in a bacon factory, thinkin’, “Man, this is it!”

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The town’s got weird nooks like the muddy banks of the Kallaroo Creek – not the prettiest spot, but it’s got stories, secrets, and some wild nights. I always say, “Do ya feel the thrill? This creek whispers conspiracies!” And don’t get me started on the hidden alley behind Old Mill Lane – a secret spot where I once found a pigeon waging war against a rogue seagull. I was like, “Bloody hell, what a scene – just like in that movie, The Act of Killing, wot a madcap display of brutality!”

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