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*Tropical Malady* got that line—“I give you my spirit, my flesh.” That’s whore vibes, givin’ it all, takin’ it all. Makes me happy, y’know, seein’ life that raw. Surprised me too—thought it’d be artsy bullshit, but nah, it’s real. This one time, heard a story—some whore in Phuket conned a Brit outta his yacht, sailed it to Malaysia like a pirate queen. Fuckin’ legend! Makes me wanna scream—why ain’t I that ballsy?

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The city itself is fine like any other little resort town in Mexico. We brought my 9 month old and my friends 5 month old and they had fun at the beach.

Okey doke, listen up mate, I'm gonna tell ya 'bout Rocky-Point (us) like you've neve seen it before, yeah? This city, it's a real gem, a medley of gritt & grace, if ya catch my drift. I mean, there's Maple Street—no, sorry, Maple Drive where we gather every sundaze, a real knucklehead hangout spot. Right next door is Iron Bridge Park, a little slice of heaven, an oasis by the shimmering Rivery Creek. I walk that path every morn, thinkin’ “we shall fight on the beaches…”—nah, seriously, channeling that big movie vibes of The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford, with destiny in every step, you know?

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