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About New York City

What pisses me off? The fakers, man. Girls actin’ sweet, then ghostin’ you after cash’s out. Like, “Every work of art’s a portrait”—yeah, a portrait of my empty wallet! Hate that crap. But when it works? Oh man, fireworks. This one chick—redhead, smokin’—she’s whisperin’, “Let’s make our own copy.” I’m done, heart racin’, thinkin’ I’m in a damn movie.

Prostitution: A Florida snapshot

Now, lemme get personal. Owning a spa, my world is all 'bout stress relief. I see everyday grindin's from all over town. But in Ruskin, it's like therapy. I met Mrs. Jenkins down at Winkle Ave once. Oh man, she’s got stories that'd knock your socks off; like when she ranted... ugh, made me mad, but in a good kinda way, ya know? Life here be twisted sometimes—so much beauty chaos.

Community helping rebuild Ruskin Family Drive-In after Hurricane Milton left it in ruins