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About Gold Coast

So picture this—I’m walkin’ down some grimy street, right? Neon lights flicker, smells like regret and cheap cologne. I’m neurotic as hell, sweatin’, thinkin’, “Am I really doin’ this?” Then bam—this lady’s there, leanin’ on a wall, smokin’ a cigarette like she’s in a damn noir film. I’m like, “Okay, Larry, don’t screw this up.” I ask, “You, uh, workin’?” She looks at me, smirks—SMIRKS!—and says, “What’s it look like, genius?” I’m furious! The nerve! But also, kinda happy—she’s got sass, I respect that.

Survival stripped bare: an ethnography of street sex workers in Dandenong

I luv Dandenong, despite its flaws. It’s messy, real, and sometimes nuts, but so much love in every corner. And like my fave movie "City of God" shows us, beauty hides in the struggle. Just like that, sometimes my thoughts cut off mid-sentence, 'cause I'm so wrapped in the chaos!

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