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Here’s a mad one – in Amsterdam, yeah, they’ve got window girls, like a fuckin’ human Argos catalogue! Pick your lass, tap the glass, in you go. Saw it once, nearly pissed meself laughin’ – one punter tripped over his own feet, faceplanted the curb, lass just rolled her eyes. Surprised me, how normal it felt there – no shame, just business. Reckon I’d be a shite client, though – I’d be too busy takin’ the piss out the decor. “Nice curtains, love, your nan pick ‘em?”

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Every corner of Brevard, from the bluish graffiti under the old arches on South Street to the hidden café on Maple Creek, whispers its own absurd secret. Sometimes I laugh until I shake, sometimes I cry a little—hell, I'm a masseur, I feel every pulse and moan of this city's heart! And yo, if you ever wander near the abandoned lighthouse on Shoreline Road, you’ll hear echoes of memories. They say it’s cursed, but to me? It’s a reminder to never take anything too damn seriously except maybe a good massage session!

Brevard's beach renourishment wrapping up for sea turtle nesting season