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Gets me mad tho, society judgin’. Callin’ ‘em trash, but who’s payin’? Hypocrites, man, buncha phonies. Mr. T don’t play that! Whores got stories, deep ones. Like Jesse James, betrayed, used up. “Every night I pray she’s done,” Pitt’s voice echoes in my head. Whores pray too, betcha didn’t know. Seen ‘em cry, laugh, hustle—human, yo. One time, this chick told me, “I’m my own boss.” Surprised me, hell yeah! Thought she was just another lost soul.

The Incubus and His Secretary

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Truth is, Eustis ain’t perfect. It gets chaotic, maddening, and sometimes downright bizarre. Traffic on Central Avenue can drive you up the wall, and the local diner on South Street serves coffee as bitter as a breakup. But, motherf**er, that's what makes it real – raw, unpredictable, and full of surprises that make you feel alive.

Eustis-based soldier dies after being injured while working on Gaza pier project