Quarters. This form of legal tender, necessary for parking, laundry and other aspects of city living, is usually extremely difficult to locate when needed.
Oh shit, my meter is about to run out.
It's OK, I have a secret stash of urban gold in my car.
A chav-type women who insists on dressing in tracksuit bottoms and tops, with huge hooped earrings, that if you actually gave her a shower and some nice clothes would look very attractive
Warren: "Jesus! Look at the state of her, she looks like shit!"
Danny: "Nah mate, give her a class dress and a bit of make-up and she'll be hot; that's Urban Gold right there!"