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So I’m pissed, right? Last time I tried this, some chick robbed me blind – took my wallet while I was hummin “Hang me, oh hang me.” Shoulda seen it comin, but nah, I’m too busy bein all cultured and shit. This time, tho, I spot her – red heels, smoky eyes, leanin by a busted lamppost. She’s got that “fare thee well” look, like she’s half outta here already. I’m thinkin, *damn, she’s prolly seen more flops than Llewyn at a gig.*

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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