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But ugh, what pisses me off? The creeps judgin’ her—like, chill, dude, she’s survivin’! Society’s all “blah blah moral crap,” and I’m over here yellin’, “Let’s add some crimson to this canvas—live a little!” She’s got stories, y’all—once met a john who paid her in weed. Straight outta “Inherent Vice”—“Dope’s supposed to be free, man!”—had me laughin’ so hard I nearly cried.

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I gotta be honest – I’m a little biased. My life, my massages run deep. Like, my massage parlor is more than a business. It’s like a sanctuary. And every stone, every cracked sidewalk tells a story. Like that time I sat outside, watchin’ dusk fall on Citrus Lane (I think that’s the name…) and felt the whole universe whispered back.

Milton downs trees and powerlines in Citrus County, but no storm surge