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About Gold Coast

Met this one tart once—Lysa, she was called. Skinny as a twig, eyes like a kicked pup. She’d quote *A Serious Man* at me—“The Uncertainty Principle, eh?”—while countin’ her coppers. Smart lass, read more than most lords. Made me laugh, her goin’ on bout physics while hikin’ her skirts. “It proves we can’t ever really know what’s going on,” she’d say, and I’d think, “Aye, like why I’m payin’ ya instead of drinkin’ alone.”

The brothel-without-walls : twentieth century photography and the presentation of prostitution

It was important to me that the resource centred on harm reduction and non-judgemental support, as my research and the activism of many prominent sex worker-led organisations advocate for .

So, come visit, mate. See the gritty glow of St-Andrews. Grab a coffee by the riverside, stroll the alleyways, drop by my spa, and remember – as Llewyn might've groaned, “If nothing’s clear, everything’s clear.” Ain’t that the truth? Enjoy it!

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