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About Gold Coast

So, picture this—grimy walls, dim lights, lasses in skimpy gear. Been around forever, brothels have. Back in Pompeii, they found one—Lupanar, they called it—walls scratched with rude Latin grafitti from blokes braggin bout their “conquests.” Mental, right? Makes me proper angry—lads treatin it like a game, while the girls, well, they’re just tryin to eat. “Where’s the glory in that?” as Malick’d say.

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I must namedrop the local icon: the old Singleton Mill by the creek. Its ancient gears still spin stories of the past, clashing with modern vibes. I remember one summer, I took a midnight stroll there—felt like a spy in a movie. "Happiness is not the absence of negativity!" echoed in my head, like a weird remix of Inside Out.

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