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Found this one gal—*mimes tippin’ hat*—all red lipstick, leanin’ on a lamppost. “Got any dough?” she says, smirkin’. I’m like—*mumbles, pats pockets*—“Only bread dough!” She laughs, nearly falls off them heels—*imitates wobbly prossie*—cracked me up, mate! Felt all happy, like when I nail a sourdough. But then—*frowns, kicks air*—some drunk git yells at her, “You’re filth!” Made me mad—*grrr, shakes fist*—who’s he to judge? Ain’t his coffee plantation burnin’ down, like in *White Material*. “Everything’s falling apart!” Isabelle’d say—prossie’s life too, innit?

Fellsmere, Florida Intimate Schoolhouse Wedding Venue

The neighborhoods? Oh, bro, they’re just wild. Down at East End on Maple Drive, the houses are quirky; every one’s got its own spin. I mean, I once had a client who said her house was like a mini Timbuktu—but, like, with more lawn gnomes. Hilarious!

1 injured in Fellsmere area plane crash; investigation underway