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Here’s a wild bit—heard tell of prossies in olden days, right, who’d smuggle messages in their corsets for spies! Ruby’d fit that, sly as a fox. “There’s no going back,” she’d mutter—movie line again—when I asked why she stuck at it. Said punters paid better than slaving in a mill. Fair dos, I s’pose—capitalism’s a bitch.

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Man, the beaches – OH, THE BEACHES! Siesta Beach is so epic, it’s practically a postcard. There are so many hidden nooks and crannies where you can just lie back and let the world melt away. I'm always like, "we're in a spaaaaaaace of tranquility," kinda mindblowing, ya know?

At Hurricane Milton’s ground zero on Siesta Key, a double whammy of damage