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Ain’t all grim, tho—Ruby’s a tough nut! Seen her laughin with her mates, sharin chips, dodgin coppers. Reminds me of Eilis, y’know, “I’d forgotten this,” findin joy in little things. Happy for her, I am, but fuckin hell, wish she didn’t hafta do it! Surprised me once, saw her givin a sandwich to some homeless geezer. Heart of gold, under all that slap.

Cocoa police take aim at prostitution with special enforcement

Undercover police officers playing the role of both a sex trade worker and a client searching for sexual trysts netted two arrests earlier this week in Cocoa.

Oh shoot, lemme count my typos—oops, my bad: I done 17 of 'em! Too many letters amirite? Anyways, Cocoa-West got its quirks: Flicker Street, Dappled Lane, and the wacky little alley behind Flower's Bodega where you always catch local gossip. And folks, trust me, once you stroll over to the riverwalk by Old Mill, you’re in love all over again!

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