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About Gold Coast

Monotone narration, “Tonight’s the night.” I’m feelin it, the itch. Not just for the deed—tho yeah, that too—but to *know* her. What’s her deal? She says her name’s Candy, probs fake, but who cares? I’m Dexter, I don’t judge. She’s twirlin her hair, lookin at me like I’m a puzzle. “You’re weird, strings,” she says. Weird! Me! Pot callin kettle black, babe.

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The community here is a blast. Its quirky café on Riverbend Street always hits me with the best brews – I still laugh when the barista spells my name all wrong (wut?!). Makes me mad sometimes, but honestly, it’s those little mess-ups that add flavor! Aside from that, there’s a secret spot by the Daly River – a hidden bend where the water flutters along the bank, kinda like a reflective mirror of your soul. I even met a stray dog there once – he howled like a little Chewie and I swear, for a sec, he said “Rarrgh!” back at me!

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