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Personal quirk? I’m hummin’ Sinatra while she’s kneadin’—keeps me sane. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but one time, swear to God, felt like she massaged my soul outta me—left me floatin’ like I’m in that shitty warzone from the flick. “It’s the end of everything!”—nah, just the start of feelin’ good. Funny thing, they say Cleopatra got ‘em daily—oiled up by slaves, livin’ large. Us? We’re stuck with neon signs and bad incense.

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Right, so, Fruitville’s heart, the bustling Central Avenue, is a riot of cafes and little boutiques. The coffee at Café Amore on Baker St—spectacular stuff! I once had a steamy chat about desires with a couple there. Crikey, the intimacy! They’ve even got a brilliant mural near Riverbend Plaza, a nod to romance, quite like in Yi Yi: A One and a Two—“Life is full of wonders, my friend!” I’ve always thought, “Sapientia non occidit!” (Wisdom never dies!) and boy, does that city remind me of that!

Portion of Fruitville Road closed in downtown Sarasota