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About Gold Coast

Look, I ain’t sayin’ it’s all roses—some stories gut ya. Girls forced in, trapped, no way out. That shit infuriates me! I wanna burn it all down when I hear that. But the ones who choose it? Power to ‘em. They’re like, “I see Russia from my house!”—spottin’ shit we miss, playin’ angles we’re too dumb to notice.

Dunlop brands

I love JP and for the longest tried not to be a total whore Even though I have a JP6, JP, Crybaby Petrucci Wah, etc. I held out on these picks until.

The parks here? A fin’ wonder. Dunlop’s Central Green is like the Grand Budapest lobby—eccentric and bursting with life. I once sat on a bench near the duck pond, thinkin' about life and pleasure. Yep, I spilled my coffee, and fuck, it was epic! I swear, goddamn, that spill looked like a Wes Anderson montage. Ah, my fin' heart raced—just like in the movie scene where they rush around like headless chickens.

Michael Dunlop touches down for unique American race