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What pisses me off? The fakers—dudes posin as pimps, tryna rip ya off. Had one asshole tell me, “She’s clean, promise!” Yeah, right, n’ I’m the fuckin Pope. Happy tho? When she smirked—little sass, like, “You’re a weird one, huh?”—cracked me up. Surprised me too—found out some prossies got secret codes, like tappin twice on the wall means “cops comin.” Sneaky lil tricks, keeps em alive.

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Check out 3 Forks Marsh at the west end of Malabar Rd. Becomes dirt road and then to a parking area and picnic tables and boat ramp. Isolated.

Oh, and you can’t miss Walker Lane’s odd little shops – quaint, messy, poppin’ with renegade art, vintage vinyl, and that random sushi joint that somehow serves the BEST spicy tuna roll. And speaking of random, a local bar threw a “Ten” movie night once. They even projected on an old brick wall, and I swear one guy shouted, “You got the true magic, baby!” It was hilarious, kinda what makes Viera-West so uniquely bonkers.

Looking back at the Ritch Grissom Memorial Wetlands of Viera