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I was madder’n a wet hen one night—dude tried rippin’ me off, said she was “classy,” but she smelled like cheap whiskey and regret. Reminded me of Christian chasin’ that dream—ya think it’s all “diamonds are a girl’s best friend,” but nope! Sometimes it’s just a hustle, y’all. I hollered, “Boy, you ain’t foolin’ nobody!” Made me wanna spit nails, I swear. But then—Lordy!—I found this one gal, sweet as pecan pie, and I was happier’n a pig in mud. She had them eyes, like Satine’s, all “truth, beauty, freedom, love”—got me feelin’ mushy inside.

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Now, I get all emotional n such about this place. Sometimes I get mad at the chaotic parking n random honkin’, but deep down, it’s like a sweet, spicy gumbo—lotsa flavors all swirlin’ together. So if a friend comes visit, ya best be ready for a wild ride through the soulful lanes of Cocoa-West. Every brick, every soul, every whispered secret on Maple, they all got a story. And as I always say, “Live a lil’ wild n love a lil’ extra!” Halleluyer, y’all!

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