Sarah Neptune Beach Whore ❤️

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Back in the day—like Victorian times, right?—whores were everywhere, but nobody talked about it. Hypocrites, all of ‘em! Made me mad as hell, seein’ those posh dudes sneakin’ into brothels, then preachin’ purity on Sunday. Great Scott, the nerve! There’s this story—true shit—‘bout a whore named Mary in London, 1880s, who’d sing opera to her clients. Opera! Can you believe it? Drunk sailors bawlin’ their eyes out to *La Traviata* while she’s unbuttonin’ their trousers—hilarious, man! Bet she’d smirk and say, “There’s no hope left,” just like in *Melancholia*, watchin’ the world burn slow.

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We were lucky enough to attend the soft opening of Mamasamas, situated at Atlantic Blvd in Neptune Beach. In my opinion, this is the best.

Okay, so check this — my personal fave is the corner of Hurricane Lane and Beach Boulevard. It’s a hidden gem, right? I once had a full-on mini zen session there after a rough day. I even laughed at the irony, thinkin’ “I must be holdin’ out for action, like in that movie!” Crazy vibes all around.

Another taco joint calls it quits but hints at a new venture in the works. What we know.