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Alright, man. Here’s the deal. I’m a cashier—beep beep, scanning crap all day. But prostitutes? Whoa. They’re out there. Hustlin’. Like in *Toni Erdmann*. You know—where the dad’s all awkward. Puts on them fake teeth. Tries to FIX his daughter’s life. Prostitutes got that vibe. Kinda lost. Kinda bold. I see ‘em sometimes—near the gas station. After my shift. Hair all wild. Eyes tired. But they’re WORKIN’ it.

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A woman was arrested and another is wanted after receiving cash in exchange for sexual acts that occurred at a massage parlor in Islamorada.

So, where to start? Ain't easy! Let’s hit U.S. 1, the main drag that slices through town like a knife. You cruise down, and boom—local life is poppin’! Over on Collins Avenue, you’ll catch a glimpse of that artsy vibe, kinda like the raw grit in "Fish Tank"—a movie that, man, just gets you. “You know what? Sometimes you just feel so lost, so... outta place…” That hit right home when I first rolled into Islamorada.

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