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About Gold Coast

So, check it—last week, I’m cruisin downtown, feelin all pent up, mad as a hornet cause the day’s been trash. Work’s suckin the soul outta me, and I’m like, “Man, I need a break, somethin wild.” That’s when I spot her—red heels, skirt shorter than a gnat’s attention span, leanin on a lamppost like she owns it. Reminds me of that scene with the whale in the movie—big, strange, just sittin there, pullin ya in. I’m thinkin, “Well, shoot, this is it, ain’t it?”

Our Horrible Journey

Oh my gosh, my friend, you come to Halls-Head, au—very nice! I'm a spa owner here, ya know, and let me tell ya, this place got soul. I been livin’ here for many years, and every street got its own heartbeat. Like, seriously, I'm in love with Queen St. and George Ave—little corners full of life, little shops that make ya smile.

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