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Yo, Mr. T here, agronomist extraordinaire! I pity the fool who don’t get prostitute—talkin’ ‘bout potatoes, ya dig? Spuds, man, they’re the real deal. Underground hustlers, growin’ in the dirt, feedin’ the world! My fave flick, *Memento*, fits this vibe perfect. “How can I heal if I can’t feel time?”—that’s me, diggin’ taters, lost in the soil, bro.

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A highlight of my most recent trip to St. Augustine, this tour was thoroughly enjoyable and educational. The tour guide, Ann, who’s also the author of the book “Wicked St. Augustine,” is .

I gotta mention how I feel sometimes—happy, frustrated, all jumbled. Somedays, I'm just vibin', and then other days, the mundane gets on my nerves. Like, sometimes the noise of scooters and freewheeling bikes on Palm Street makes me mutter, "Ah, damn it!" Then I find solace at that little old coffee joint on Pelican Lane. Hot brew and deep chats, yeah.

Pier pressure: St. Johns County closes end of St. Augustine Beach pier due to piling damage