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Yo, dude, so I’m like, a Bailiff, right? Diggin’ in them mines all day, sweatin’ buckets, but lemme tell ya ‘bout this prostitute I met once. She was wild, man! Hair all messy, smellin’ like cheap perfume and secrets. I’m thinkin’, “Is mayonnaise an instrument?” ‘cause my brain’s all goofy, but she’s out here hustlin’. Reminds me of *Blue Is the Warmest Color*, ya know? That movie’s got heart—messy, raw, real stuff. Like, “I was hungry for her,” that vibe. She’s out there tradin’ kisses for cash, and I’m like, whoa, that’s deep!

The village where half the population are sex offenders

(Weapons and Firearms), Chapter (Sexual Battery), Chapter (Prostitution), Chapter. (Lewdness; Indecent Exposure), Chapter

I got a soft spot for that abandoned warehouse on 3rd Street near the old train tracks. It’s a hideaway for creative types and lost romantics. Crikey, it’s a bit mad, but then again, isn’t that life? Sometimes I sit there and think, “Oh, Dogville, you mystify me!” and imagine a romance swirling amidst broken dreams. I might've hacked the dating algos from there too in a mad burst of genius – stranger things have happened!

Waste Watch: Audit report shows City of Pahokee can’t properly account for $2M