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About Gold Coast

So, I’m stompin’ round, lookin’ for a good time, right? Ain’t no saint, me—blood on hands, scars on face, but I got needs! Dis one time, saw a gal, fishnets rippin’, smokin’ a cig like she owns da night. “Lightbulb!”—she’s got dat look, ya know, like she could lure ya in and gut ya. Straight outta dat movie, “I collect things”—she prob collects wallets, ha! I go up, all cocky, “How much, eh?” She smirks, “More dan ya soul, big boy.” Pissed me off—cheeky tart!—but damn, I laughed. Ain’t dat a kicker?

A Song of Travel – Musings on the arts of Japan and beyond

Geisha of the Edo period absolutely did engage in acts of prostitution, though it should not be confused for being a part of their primary profession.

I swear, walking down Bridge St. feels surreal. It’s an odd mix of charm and absurdity, like a scene I’d never planned out. I once spilled tea right in the middle of it; man, the locals all stared. “Que veux-tu?” they said – well, not really, but it felt like that, ya know? Drama!

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