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I’m wandering, half-pissed, thinking, “This is grim.” Then—bam!—this fit one, all legs, smirks at me. “Fancy a go, love?” she says. I’m like, “Christ, you’re bold!” Heart’s racing, not cos I’m horny, but cos it’s surreal. Reminds me of that *Yi Yi* line, “Why’s life so loud?” Cos it bloody is! She’s chatting me up, says she’s called Jade—probably fake, who cares? Tells me she once shagged a copper to dodge a fine. Little fact for ya—cops’ve been punters forever. Dirty sods.

7 Arrested In Prostitution Sting Along Hwy 19 Corridor

Okay, so - imagine winding down Main Street (yeah, MAIN Street, baby). All those vintage shops and quirky diners hit ya like a tidal wave of nostalgia. I used to sit at this spot near the Pithlachascotee River (yup, that river that flows smooth like jazz) and just soak it all in. I mean, there, it’s wild, free, and ever-so raw – kinda like that scene in "The Return" when everything hangs in a damn moment, surreal, intense. Like, “In our dreams, we can shape out the future...”, ya know what I’m sayin? Ironically poetic!

Richard Spillmann Obituary - New Port Richey, FL