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Alright, so I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’—find a prostitute, huh? What a concept! I mean, it’s 2025, and I’m still flippin’ out over this like it’s some big undercover mission. Like I’m Carlos the Jackal from that flick, “Carlos,” y’know, my favorite—Olivier Assayas nailed it! “I’m not a soldier, I’m a revolutionary!”—that’s me, screamin’ in my head while I’m googlin’ shady corners of the web. Pretty, pretty good, right? Except it’s not! It’s a mess! I’m sweatin’, paranoid—am I on some list now? FBI watchin’ me? Ridiculous!

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How quick we are to judge something or someone with a standard we cannot live up to ourselves. When Judah discovered his daughter-in-law's prostitution.

I sometimes wandered through the Old Mill District—I was miffed one rainy day when the place got trashed by careless tourists. The industrial relics had soul, a certain grit, if ya know what I mean. But I love it still, 'cause even ruins whisper stories of forbidden love and wild escapades. I got a tattoo of a clock from there on my wrist. Crazy, right?

Avon Park celebrates the soft opening at Memorial Trailhead Park