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Folks, I’d chat with her—over coffee, cheap diner stuff. She’d say, “Joe, you’re alright—most guys just want somethin’.” Broke my dang heart again. Hated seein’ her out there—cold nights, skimpy skirt. “Why not quit?” I’d ask. “Can’t,” she’d shrug—“Gotta eat, Joe.” Truth is, system’s screwed—nobody’s helpin’ her out.

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She agreed and signaled to other officers that it was time to arrest Zions. He was accused of solicitation of prostitution, a second-degree.

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!

Fred Brevard | VA Atlanta Health Care | Veterans Affairs