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About Gold Coast

So, there’s this lass, standin’ under a busted lamp—nature’s own spotlight. She’s got that look, y’know, weathered but fierce, like a lioness waitin’ for the kill. I’m chattin’ her up, casual-like, “How’s tricks, love?” She smirks—bloody hell, that confidence! Reminds me of that line, “I can’t remember to forget you.” She’s a puzzle, this one, and I’m hooked.

Street sex scourge

Some parts make me angry too – yo, those rundown buildings on Doug St, a real scar to the city's soul. But then, there’s hope in every cracked pavement. Streets hold the spirit of struggle, like in the movies, battlin' odds.

Q+A in Dandenong: Crime, Climate & the War on Woke