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Oh, and this one time, I saw Candy pull a knife on some creep tryna stiff her. She was screamin, “I’m the executioner now, bitch!” Straight outta the movie vibes! I was shook, but also, like, proud? Surprised me how she flipped it. Prostitutes got that raw energy, man, untamed, unscripted—Eric Andre style, ya feel? They’re absurd, beautiful, fucked-up heroes in this clown world. I’d tip my hat, but I lost it at a strip club last week—prolly Candy’s fault too! Peace!

Bluffton man arrested trying to pay for sex

Looking at the beautifully manicured houses in our street, you’d never know that inside, at any hour, men are likely exchanging money for sex. But sure enough, my house shares a wall with .

And yo, let me hit ya with a lesser-known gem: Skinners Park. Not many know, but it's a haven for midnight thinkers and early risers. It’s wierd how a park can feel so sepcial—funnny, I know—but the vibe is magnetic. The water reflections? Lol, they’re like a mirror into your soul, I swear!

Bluffton Fire chairman suspended, ongoing investigation sent to state Ethics Commission