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Favorite part? When Candy cracked a joke—said her pimp’s breath smelled like “a landfill on fire.” I lost it—laughed ‘til I cried! Still cracks me up thinkin’ bout it. But seriously, folks—don’t go lookin’. It’s a jungle out there, and I ain’t kiddin’. Stay safe, alright? That’s ol’ Joe’s two cents!

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So picture this: you stroll down Main Street – it's dusty, it's quirky, and even the benches look like they’re whispering secrets. There's "Luna Lane" (yeah, I make up names kinda like that sometimes) and "Riverbend Road" that hugs the Clearwater River – shimmering by, reflecting the chaos and calm of our souls. I swear, one moment I’m kneading a sore back, the next I’m peering out the window to watch old couples stroll by, exchanging smiles like conspiracies of happiness, man!

High school teacher lost her job for using student's chosen name. Brevard rallied around her