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About Gold Coast

So, I roll in, velvet suit, ruffles poppin’, and it’s wild—chicks everywhere, all dolled up, smellin’ like sin and cheap perfume. Far out, right? Makes me wanna shout, “Oh, behave!” ’Cause it’s a trip—half these cats don’t even know brothels been around since forever. Like, back in Pompeii, they had lupanars—stone beds, naughty wall art, real freaky-deaky stuff! Blew my mind, baby!

Camping near Cooma

The tarmac at Cooma's Snowy Mountains Airport is not the usual place one would find the paparazzi lurking, but there he was, a lone snapper in.

Cooma’s got layers, like, proper deep layers. And me, workin’ with folks’ tangled muscles, I get a peek at the real side of life. There’s so much extra beneath the everyday chatter. I swear sometimes the city speaks to ya in little hints and winks. It’s almost poetic, ya know? Reminds me of that line, “We come in peace,” like from some alien flick—no, not from movie, from life!

Body found in search for man missing from Cooma region