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I ask her name – it’s Trixie, she says. Trixie! Sounds like a dang cartoon rabbit! I laugh, she glares – oops, my bad. Offer her a smoke, tryin’ to chill. She’s all sass, like, “What’s yer deal, cowboy?” I’m like, “Just vibin’, darlin’!” Git-R-Done! We chat – turns out, she’s got a kid. Breaks my heart, man. Surprised me – didn’t expect that.

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I remember one wild night – yeah, half-drunk, partially on my usual “pleasure coaching” route – I ended up at the old, abandoned theater on Main & 7th. The vibe was eerie, almost like a scene outta Leviathan. “Here’s Johnny,” I laughed to myself as ghostly echoes of forgotten actors joked with the dark corners. That night, every creak and flutter struck a chord in me.

Zephyrhills City Council votes to halt new de­vel­opment for a year as water woes rise