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So, picture this, right? Stumbled into one off Tortuga once—smelled like rum, sweat, an’ regret. Lass at the door, all curves an’ sass, givin’ me the eye. “What’s yer poison, love?” she purrs. Made me laugh, it did—happy as a clam, ‘cause who don’t like a warm welcome, eh? But then—THEN—some scurvy dog tried chargin’ me double! “Fuck you, you fuckin’ fuck!”—that’s what Monty’d say, an’ I near did too. Got me blood boilin’, I tell ya. Ain’t no pirate payin’ extra fer a wink an’ a tumble!

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Luxurious Deerwood home used as brothel, Jacksonville police say. Suspect charged with maintaining home for prostitution, running illegal adult.

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.

Fleming Island business owner advocates for allowing pet-friendly restaurants in Clay County