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About Gold Coast

Alright, mate, gather ‘round! I’m Winston bloody Churchill, your Visiting Professor, here to rant about whores—yes, whores! Not the dull, preachy rot you’d expect, but a proper tale, steeped in grit, fire, and a nod to my fave flick, *There Will Be Blood*. Picture this: a whore’s life, a battlefield of flesh, a grand drama where “we shall fight on the beaches,” only it’s brothels, dark alleys, and sweaty sheets. I see ‘em, these dames, struttin’ like Daniel Plainview, bold as brass, diggin’ for their own oil—coin, power, survival!

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The neighborhoods? Man, they’re breakin’ my heart sometimes with their contrasts. Eastside got that hipster energy, and Westside keeps it old school – kinda like that moment in Ida where the silence speaks louder than words. My fav joint though? Little Raven Café on Maple Street. It’s low-key, where the coffee be bomb and the chats more soulful than a Sunday sermon. Got this one barista who tells tales like he’s spittin’ street gospel – mad heart, fo’ real.

Work begins on the Somerville to Baxter Trail