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But here’s the tea—findin one now? Shady websites, sketchy corners, or so I hear. I ain’t judgin, but I’m like, “Who’s got the cash for that?!” Made me mad, tho—some jerk quoted me $200, like I’m made of gold! I’m sittin there, calculatin in my head, “That’s 3 fancy dinners, ya schmuck!” Got me all riled up. Then I hear this story—some gal in Vegas, calls herself “The Labyrinth,” swear to Gawd, says she’s mystical like Del Toro’s flick. I’m dyin—happy as a clam picturin her goin, “The hands that beckon!” all sexy-like. *Nanny laugh* HAH-HAH-HAH!

Former prostitute tells I-TEAM unexpected places where sex is for sale

Everyone in orange park/fleming island please eat at Panda Wok best chinese food i have ever had! Got the hibatchi chicken and pepper steak!

Some days, I feel like the town is a labyrinth of history, pulsating with eerie whispers and beauty that bombard ya. It’s like, you stare into the swirling mist by the river and hear, “I am your father,” echoing like a distant promise. Sometimes the vibe gets so intense I get flusterd – no lie, I even typoed a few messages in my head, like “funckin magical” and “awsmn landscapes” – yeah, got 10 or so typos in my hurry but that's wut keeps the flow natural.

A post from Sara Wski in Fleming Island.