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About Gold Coast

Hiss! Me, precious, I’m thinkin’ ‘bout brothels, yesss. Nasty places, they is—stink of sweat, cheap perfume. Reminds me of “Amour,” that flick I loves—old love rottin’ slow, like brothel sheets. We hates it, don’t we, precious? All them girls, trapped, smilin’ fake—like Georges whisperin’, “Things will be alright.” Ha! Lies, filthy lies!

Where is Bellbowrie (QLD)

Man, the calm here can be infectious. Over on Military Road, you'll find that quirky cafe that smells like freshly baked bread and sadness, real bittersweet, but in a good way. Got my own go-to bench there, just watchin the world drift by, sometimes repeatng "It’s not over." I always giggle s'how a few old timers riff on the trees that seem to speak ancient secrets.

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