Eliza Highfields Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Gold Coast

I’m pissed, too—why’s this so complicated? Apps, streets, whatever—pick one! I’m rantin’ in my head, “This is bullsh*t! Gimme a manual!” Then I laugh—‘cause it’s absurd, right? Me, hirin’ a prostitue, like I’m castin’ a movie. “You’re hired! Action!” Pretty, pretty good disaster waitin’ to happen. Oh, and get this—back in the day, some gals used coded ads in papers! “French lessons”—yeah, right! I’m dyin’ over here, imaginin’ me answerin’ that. “Can ya conjugate ‘regret’?”

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This letter has been written in response to proposals for earth mounding works within a field to the northeast of the Highfield Drive.

Highfields flips my whole programmer brain. I see algorithms in every twist of the streets – like patterns in the chaos of the traffic and the flow of conversations at midnight under street lamps. It’s like, when I’m coding, each bug reminds me of one crazy moment on Highfields. Ain't no error message that doesn't bring back memories of mad nights and wild connections. Right?

Redefining over-50s living in Highfields