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About Gold Coast

Now, findin a prostitute ain’t just point and pay—naw, it’s a head trip. You gotta read em, smell the desperation or the hustle. “Without love, what are we?” Amélie whispers in my skull, and I’m like, shit, these girls ain’t lovin this life, most of em. Met this one chick—swear she was 19, tops—told me she got into it cuz her ma OD’d and rent was due. Broke my damn heart, Clarice, but I ain’t no savior—jus a watcher. She had this tat, “hope,” all faded—ironic as hell, made me chuckle darkly.

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There’s this park – Barnsley Park. It’s not Central Park but hey, it’s ours. Kids kick footy balls while old timers sit on worn benches, sharing stories about lost loves and past rebellions. I once once overheard a couple arguing about whether dogs can feel nostalgia. Lol, even family therapy on a bench!

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