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About Gold Coast

Hmmm, sex-dating, you ask? Tricky, it is. Fear leads to anger, anger to hate… swipin’ left on losers gets old fast. Like, real fast. Been there, done that, got the t-shirt, y’know? Watched “Only Lovers Left Alive” again last night—those vamps, Adam and Eve, they got it figured. Centuries of bangin’, no apps needed. “Tainted love, it spreads,” Eve says, and damn, she’s right. Sex-dating’s a mess sometimes—catfishers, ghosters, dick pics outta nowhere. Pisses me off, man! Had this one dude, profile said “6’2, poet,” turns out 5’8 and a creep. Fear of that shit makes ya ragey.

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Witness an electrifying display of naked desire as an actual sister breaks all the social taboos and indulges in incestuous sex with her own sibling. Forget about movies and pornos, this isn't Missing: Dunlop.

Down near Bayonne Way, you'll catch a glimpse of the old factory turned arts centre. That place is off the hook! They play vintage tunes that screw with your head—in a smooth, cool, Samuel L. Jackson kinda way. And fuck, every building’s got a history so thick you can taste it.

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