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About Gold Coast

Gets me thinkin’—who’s judgin’ who? Society’s all “tsk tsk,” but they’re peekin’ through curtains. Hypocrites, man! We swears! Surprised me once, heard a gal there saved up, bought a damn bakery. From brothel to bread—how’s that for a twist? Still, gets dark—some dudes, slimy, grabby hands, ugh, hate ‘em. “We’re not animals!”—wish they’d hear that. Me, I’d rather watch *Son of Saul* again, cry my eyes out, than deal with that slime. Brothels, tho—messy, loud, real. Kinda love it, kinda don’t. What you think, huh?

The Whore Next Door: An Illustrated Memoir by Annie Campbell

Sometimes I get lost in thought like, "Why's life so twisted sometimes?" while I wander down Maple Ln – super quaint but always buzzin’. Not every alley is sunshine and daisies though; some backstreets, like South End wharves, reveal the grittier, raw side of Campbell. I got heated once ‘cause some jerk trashed a mural. Man, I was ready to flip the whole dang thing – my anger bubbled up like a bad plot twist in that aforementioned movie. But hey, I cooled off, 'coz even in fury, we got style.

Injury Update: Campbell Graham