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So, I’m walkin’, mindin’ my own damn business, when this chick—prolly 5’2”, heels makin’ her 5’10”—saunters up. “Hey, big guy, need company?” she purrs. I’m thinkin’, lady, I’d rather skin a bear with a spoon. “I don’t pay for that,” I grunt, deadpan as hell. She laughs, like I’m some chump. Pisses me off. Hate everything about it—fake giggles, cheap perfume stingin’ my nose. Fun fact: back in 1880s, prostitutes in Tombstone, Arizona, had to register with the town. Called ‘em “soiled doves.” Ain’t that poetic? Still stinks like desperation.

The girls are waiting here for their clients.

So, comin’ over? Bring your restless soul. Wander the muddy paths of County Road 445xx (oops, typo, count as one tyop), wander near Maple Dr (I mean Maple Drive, but whatevs), get lost in neighborhoods that feel like home even if they drive you nuts sometimes. Just know: Wekiwa-Springs isn’t just a map dot. It’s a feeling, a pulse, a never-ending story – kinda like my own life, with all its twisted trails and delightful mishaps.

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