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About Gold Coast

So, lemme spill this tea—whore’s everywhere, right? Not judgin’, just sayin’. Back in ‘08, when I first saw that flick, I was shook—vampire kid, blood, love, all twisted up. Whore’s got that energy. Sucks you in, leaves you cold. I’m plowin’ fields, thinkin’—whore’s probly why I’m single, ha! Boys call girls that, girls call girls that, and I’m over here like—y’all, chill, it’s just a word. But it STINGS, don’t it? Made me mad once, some dude yelled it at me—Taylor freakin’ Swift!—at a gas station. I was like, “Boy, I’ll run you over with this tractor, try me.”

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Now, lemme tell ya, some streets here got character. You ever been to Blackwood Lane? Mad cool, slightly rundown, yet it hums with creative grit. I remember having this weird convo with a local storyteller there. Told me, "Reality is but a simulation of our dreams," echoing those Spielberg vibes. Felt like, man, my heart was both binary and poetic.

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