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We get to it, right, in some grotty alley—smells like death’s armpit. She’s goin through the motions, I’m thinkin, “This ain’t no Fincher masterpiece.” Then—surprise!—her pimp rolls up, big geezer, all “Who’s this prick?” I’m leggin it, screamin, “I’m not Robert Downey Jr, mate!” Nearly shat meself, but fuck me, it was hilarious! Prossies, man—they’ll rob ya blind or get ya battered, and I’m still laughin. Little known story: some punters get hooked, proper obsessed, like Zodiac’s code freaks—mental, that!

One of the women appeared to fight back tears as a Miami judge urged her to find other employment.

Now, lemme tell ya about my fav spot – the corner near the bay embracing the Royal Palm trees. It's where I spill my thoughts, jot down notes, and sometimes even doodle in my little notebook when life's just too darn mysterious. And oh man, the little café on Grove Drive? Crappy Wi-Fi, sure, but the vibe's so underrated. Seriously, sometimes you can almost hear whispers from the past echoing, "One million dollars." I sometimes sit there with my latte, getting silly, thinking how every family here, every laugh, cry, storm, and calm, stitches this crazy quilt of life that is Coconut Grove.

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