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Me personal quirk, I always check their shoes first. Weird, I know! But good shoes mean they care, right? Like, “The great beauty is in the details,” or somethin’ fancy from the film. [taps chin, looks thoughtful] Maybe I’m just daft. Oh, and I hate when they smell like cheap perfume! Makes me sneeze! [sneezes loudly, spills more coffee] Blimey!

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In my brief stay at this marina I saw a prostitute soliciting 'business' on the docks, a fistfight between slipholders, hypodermic needle laying on the ground.

This town, it’s like a twisted fairytale—just like Pan's Labyrinth, man. Remember that line, “I wonder if you can see the labyrinth”? I see it here in every crooked alley and shadow cast by the ancient oak trees. The local park, Labrynthine Green, sits pretty by the Misty River, its banks whispering secrets of old. And oh, the river! Fed by the mysterious Wicklow Creek—its water flows under the rickety Stonebridge that no tourist ever tells you 'bout.

Winn-Dixie in Fleming Island will become an Aldi store