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So, “find a prostitute”—sounds simple, don’t it? Like huntin’ treasure with no map! Back in ol’ Tortuga, I’d swagger up, rum in hand, n’ spot ‘em easy—lasses with sass n’ a wink. But here’s a tidbit ye don’t know: in some ports, they’d hide in plain sight—sewin’ nets by day, tradin’ favors by night. Sneaky, aye? Kept the law off their backs—smart as a whip, them gals. Made me happy, seein’ brains matchin’ the beauty, savvy?

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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.

After residents demand pause to the Big Dig, Key Biscayne Council kicks it to a new committee