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About Gold Coast

Growin’ ‘em? Ain’t no picnic. You gotta coax ‘em, talk sweet to the earth. “Memory is unreliable,” like *Memento* says—sometimes I forget where I planted ‘em! Diggin’ ‘em up, tho, that’s gold. Dirty hands, big ol’ spuds—makes Mr. T happy as a kid with candy. Once found a tater shaped like a dang foot—swear it was laughin’ at me! Freaky, right?

Adios Muchachos has it all

Two clients of a woman who says she was forced into prostitution by a gang offered to pay for her to escape, a court hears.

I tell ya, the massage biz lets me in the intimate nooks. Stuff most blokes overlook. The scent of eucalyptus at dawn on Parker's Ave is just minty. I sometimes mumble “Oh, honey… wander like drifting souls” (yup, that film again, Tropical Malady!).

Cranbrook to remove U.S. flags from city property