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About Gold Coast

So, findin a prossie—ain’t no highborn quest. You don’t send ravens or polish yer armor. Nah, you sniff the alleys, follow the perfume mixed with piss. I’d be half-drunk, swaggerin, thinkin—*where’s a lass who’d bed a dwarf for a coin?* In *City of God*, Lil’ Zé’d probly shoot me for starin too long, but here? They just want gold, not yer head. I once saw this one bird—legs like a spear, tits out to here—hagglin with some sod. Made me laugh, she’s all “Pay up, you lil shit!”—reminded me of Rocket dodgin bullets, fierce as fuck.

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There's this groovy place, the Canning River Park, near Watsons Landing, err, maybe misnamed sometimes, ohhh, but the view by the river is amazing, yes, very crisp and chill, like a scene from Holy Motors mmm, “My precious!”the whispers of water remind me of silent dreams, often, mmm. The green park spots, oh, throw in some laughs and rants, yess, we've had our maddest chats right there, ohhh, I still get riled up 'bout the time a stray dog chased me near Kensington Street—simply bonkers, my precious!

Geoffrey Cannington Obituary (2020) - The Age