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Typin’ fast—sory, 19 typos, I’ll hit. Whore’s tale, gritty it is—like Carlos dodgin’ cops. Once knew this gal—Candy, her name was. Stripped, fucked, laughed loud—middle finger to the world, she gave. “Revolution is my orgasm,” Carlos yells—Candy’s was cash, power, freedom. Same diff, I reckon. Exaggeratin’? Maybe—imagine her with a machine gun, tho! Hot as hell, that’d be.

Deputies said they began investigating the parlors earlier this week

So, like, I have these major personal moments here. I remember one time, I was walking near Ocean Ave and Seabreeze Blvd, feeling all raw and emotional after a wild day of sessions. I sat by this quiet, unexpectedly chill park called Beachside Park (not as famous as some, like, touristy spots, but trust me, it's secret heaven when you need a moment to breathe and just be, like, wholly yourself). I was thinking, “Goodbye to language – yeah, that Godard film, obvi, it just nails that feeling of breaking the rules and embracing chaos.” I deep-dived into my thoughts, and that park was, like, my safe space, ya know ?

Renaissance Daytona Beach Oceanfront Hotel Restored as Beachfront Jewel