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About Gold Coast

Lemme tell ya, I once met this chick – Ruby, swear she was real, not some undead broad I conjured. Worked the corner near a busted-up deli in Jersey, 1987. Smelled like stale smokes and regret, but Ruby? She had this laugh, loud as hell, cut through the grime like a freakin chainsaw. Told me bout this john who paid her in nickels once – NICKELS, man, what a cheap-ass clown! She kept em in a jar, said it was her “retirement plan.” Cracked me up, but damn, that grit? Respect.

Nearby suburbs.

This charming single-level home offers the ultimate in turn-key living for young families and downsizers alike. A commanding presence on a serenely private

I loooove that little park on Anchor Street – oh wait, did I mix names? Eh, same diff, it's just magical. I remember sitting there, listening to birds chirp, and thinking “The Gleaners and I,” totally channeling Agnès Varda’s spirit as I found my own hidden treasures in a little patch of green. I mean, it’s as if life was gently whispering, "imme, just glean the moments, glean the moments, glean the moments..." Gosh darn!

Guess what? Here's a great Sydney cafe with no table waits and easy parking (yes, it's possible)