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Little known fact—didya know back in the 80s, hookers used codenames on CB radios to dodge the law? Crazy, right? This gal, tho, she’s modern—prolly got an app or some shit. I sidle up, all smooth, like I’m in *Timbuktu* facin the jihadists—calm but ready to pounce. “How much, darlin?” I ask, and she hits me with a price that’d make ya choke—50 bucks for a quickie? Bitch, please, I ain’t that desperate! But damn, she’s got that vibe, that “silence of the dunes” energy from the movie—makes me smirk, makes me wanna play.

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I also adore a hidden gem – an old bookstore on Main Street. True, it's so small you gotta peek under shelves to find a gem. I pick up coffee from a little dive on South Cocoa Drive. Not famous? No, but it’s my vibe. Seriously, I can see Russia from my house – err, figuratively, it’s that wild. Like, how can a place be so random yet cool, right?

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