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About Gold Coast

Now, I ain’t judgin’—to each his own, right? But I seen some shady joints parachutin’ ‘round Nevada. Legal brothels there, sure, but the vibe? Creepy as hell. Dudes stumblin’ in, smellin’ like desperation and cheap whiskey. How’s that workin’ for ya, buddy? One time, I heard ‘bout this gal at the Bunny Ranch—saved up, bought a ranch of her own! Hustled harder than me fightin’ a blaze! Surprised me, for real—thought they all ended up broke or worse.

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Speakin’ of exposés, remember that line from Spotlight, “Don't ever let the bastards grind you down”? Darlin’, that hit me when I saw the hustle on Cranbourne Road – folks work hard, but they still find time to smile. As a techie meetin’ love, I've seen folks try online dates and then get swept off their feet by our local charm. I laughed, I cried, and every now an then, I got mad – like that one time when my app crashed at Ironbark Park (oops, sorry, got a lil’ fiery blood in my veins!) – but hey, isin’t life just one big improv show?

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