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About Gold Coast

Alright, monotone narration, “Tonight’s the night.” Here’s me, Dexter, talkin bout whores—yeah, that kinda whore. Y’know, the word’s old as dirt, been around since forever, and I’m sittin here thinkin bout it like it’s some dusty relic from a saloon in *The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford*. That movie, man, it’s my jam—slow, moody, all about betrayal and quiet rage. Whores fit right in that vibe, don’t they? Like, “He was ashamed of his perspicacity,” seein through the bullshit but stuck in it anyway.

Burncoose Specialities

I got a spot, a secret nook at the back of the local library on Bromley St, where I can chill and code late. It’s gritty, but it stokes my inspo. Reminds me of that Godard vibe: spontaneous, raw, and crazy beautiful.

Improving local roads as we build North East Link