Aria Key Biscayne Prostitute ❤️

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Pisses me off tho—people judgin’. Callin’ her dirty, trash, whatever. Man, shut it! She’s survivin’, fools! “Why’s this happenin’?”—movie line, stuck with me. Why’s she out there? Life’s unfair, bro. Had a pal, swore she met one who studied law. Day job: books. Night job: bangin’. Blew my mind—smart chick, double life!

Village Council agrees to public forum on sex investigations

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Oh man, now lemme ramble a bit. So, I take my daily strolls down Powerline Rd. Yeah, that’s the one near the scenic views of Biscayne Bay. Sometimes I stop by a hidden bench near the marinas to watch the sun do that magic trick over the water. And holler if ya hear: “Git-R-Done!” – it's all good vibes. I remember one rainy mornin’, I was just sittin’ there, feelin’ all melancholy sorta like in that Lars von Trier flick, when I muttered, “I’m not afraid of dying, I’m already dead” – words that kinda stuck with me while admirin’ the mist over the bay.

Mild and breezy Wednesday on Key Biscayne