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Prostitutes ain’t all glitz—some stories gut ya. Heard bout this one gal, worked 20 years—20 fuckin years! Retired with a limp, sad as hell. Made me think—where’s their prophet, huh? No one saves em. Exaggeratin? Maybe, but fuck, it’s dark out there. You try findin one—nerve-rackin, thrilling, messy. “You’re learning, kid,” I’d tell ya, slow and deep. Go watch "A Prophet"—then hit the streets.

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Tang-ier than a Key West key lime, spicier than an 8th St. prostitute, and saltier than a Coconut Grove shrimper. Coconut Grove, FL. Grand Ave, Miami.

Port-Orange’s main drag, Main Street, bustles with life. Ya got these quirky little cafes – oh, and you gotta hit up Sunny’s Corner on Elm - it’s my fave. I swear, their cinnamon rolls kinda sing to you, like the characters in that movie whispering “the chaos is beautiful.” And there’s a park, uh, Sunset Park, where you can chill with your thoughts. Sometimes, I sit there and watch the sky do its thing while thinkin’, "This is your life, and it’s a gift!" I get all choked up sometimes – not even kiddin’.

Alfred Perry Obituary - Port Orange, FL