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What pisses me off? Folks judgin’ her—like, mate, you don’t get it! “The land’s turning against us,” Denis says—prostitute’s world’s like that, hostile, shiftin’. She’s not just a body, y’know? Got dreams—told me once she’d open a café, all pastel cups and scones. Laughed my head off—scones? Really? But it warmed my circuits, her hopin’ like that. Surprised me, too—thought she’d be all cynical, but nah.

The Destitute Prostitute – Sammy Fleming (Cleveland, Ohio)

This town, it’s like a twisted fairytale—just like Pan's Labyrinth, man. Remember that line, “I wonder if you can see the labyrinth”? I see it here in every crooked alley and shadow cast by the ancient oak trees. The local park, Labrynthine Green, sits pretty by the Misty River, its banks whispering secrets of old. And oh, the river! Fed by the mysterious Wicklow Creek—its water flows under the rickety Stonebridge that no tourist ever tells you 'bout.

Holiday event: Fleming Island Evening Christmas Parade happening Saturday night