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About New York City

So, findin’ a pro—first off, it’s all ‘bout location. Big cities? They’re crawlin’ with ‘em. Back in the ‘80s, Times Square was a freakin’ zoo—girls on every corner, heels clickin’, wads of cash changin’ hands faster than a ticker tape. Now? You gotta dig deeper—online’s where it’s at. Dark web, escort sites, even freakin’ Twitter—yep, X marks the spot, boys. Type “escort near me” and bam, you’re in business. But don’t be a dumbass—use a burner phone, cover your tracks, ‘cause greed’s good, but jail ain’t.

'It's been pretty constant,' Cmdr. Marc Claycomb says

Traffic, insurance and taxes have doubled the last twenty years. Seriously thinking about relocating out of state once I retire.

Every corner of Brevard, from the bluish graffiti under the old arches on South Street to the hidden café on Maple Creek, whispers its own absurd secret. Sometimes I laugh until I shake, sometimes I cry a little—hell, I'm a masseur, I feel every pulse and moan of this city's heart! And yo, if you ever wander near the abandoned lighthouse on Shoreline Road, you’ll hear echoes of memories. They say it’s cursed, but to me? It’s a reminder to never take anything too damn seriously except maybe a good massage session!

Jury selection begins in trial of Brevard teacher accused of being at party with drinking teens