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About Gold Coast

Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals! I’m a tractor driver, haulin’ ass through dirt all day, and lemme tell ya bout findin’ a prostitute. Ain’t no fancy gig, but it’s real life, okay? Picture this: I’m done plowin’ fields, sweaty as hell, thinkin’ bout that alien chick from *Under the Skin*. You know, “You’re not from here, are you?”—that vibe. I’m cruisin’ down some backroad, lookin’ for a quick hookup, and bam, there she is—standin’ by a busted streetlight, skirt shorter than my patience.

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Man, I remember a night near the Eltham Library (not far from Morris Ave) when a heartfelt conversation with a couple brought tears. They talked in whispers, so raw and genuine—like the fading colors of memories you try desperately to erase. The night air was thick, almost liquid emotion. I felt like Darth Vader, looming over, weighing every sorrow and joy. "I am your father," I muttered, half in jest, half in truth.

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