Grace Key West Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Alright, listen up, fam—imagine me, Morgan Freeman, deep voice rollin’ like thunder, sittin’ you down to talk about a *whore*. Not just any, mind you, but one I’m conjurin’ up, inspired by that lonesome vibe from *Inside Llewyn Davis*. Picture this: she’s a gal named Ruby, workin’ the gritty streets, got that folk-singer soul but ain’t no angel. “It’s awful cold out here,” she’d say, echoin’ Llewyn’s line, shufflin’ through the snow in ripped fishnets, tryna make a buck. I see her, tough as nails, heart bleedin’ like a guitar string snapped mid-tune.

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One of the many species of Groupers. Typically hiding in and around wrecks and reefs in nearshore waters as well as depths up to ft.

I gotta tell ya, I had this one day – walking in Higgs Beach park – and I was mad, angry at the world, then happy, then just in awe. Srsly, all in one go. Things here make you feel like you're on a rollercoaster of emotions. Life in Key West is a bit like a David Brent motivational pep talk, but with extra zest… “If you’re going to be brilliant, be brilliant without apology,” I always say, even if I sound like a cheesy corporate tagline.

It's time for a new Key West agreement