Lucy Saint Augustine Beach Whore ❤️❤️

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But—fuck—pissed me off too! She’d flirt with anyone, even my damn deckhand—useless twat, him. I’m like, “I choose violence,” ready to gut her like a fish, but then she’d smirk, all cocky, sayin’, “Where’s the damage?” Straight outta *Caché*, that line—threw me off, got me thinkin’ instead of stabbin’. Sneaky bitch. Surprised me how smart she was—whores ain’t s’posed to be, right? Wrong. She’d read ya like a book, then burn it.

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Join us every Monday as Mayor Dylan Rumrell sits down with city employees and local business owners to share their stories, insights, and the unique contributions they bring to St. Augustine Missing: whore.

I stroll near Seacliff Road a lot, ya know. Worn-out boards, footprints of tales long gone, mix with laughter of fresh joy. I sometimes pause on the Boardwalk (yeah, the Boardwalk!). Chill beats, sun, and occasional street art. It all reminds me of that movie, Melancholia—you know? "I am filled with a creeping dread." And yet it's kinda poetic, if ya know what I mean.

Thanks, Debby: St. Augustine Beach Pier over water again after storm