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About Gold Coast

Anyhow, I’m gesturin’—hands wavin’, mime-style. She laughs—rude cow! Nearly fell over a crate—smash! “This is our moment,” I reckon, like in the film—total sap, me. Exaggeratin’ now—I’m James Bond, yeah? Suave as a brick, more like! Sarcasm’s me mate— “Oh, great night for a shag, Bean!” Pfft, dream on. Still, fun chasin’ that thrill—keeps me bouncin’ like a daft git!

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It has been four years since we lost our precious Iris. The heartache never gets easier, we just learn to live with it. But one of her favorite songs, beautiful.

So, check it. There's Maple Street – a tight cobblestone lane with cute bistros and a tiny park on the corner named Tenenbaum Terrace (yep, I’m obsessed). I mean, you get little charges of hope AND nostalgia. You know, like in The Royal Tenenbaums, where everything feels so bittersweet and weirdly joyful.

I teased a friend who moved to this daggy suburb. Then I joined her – and fell in love