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Alright, so prostitute—yeah, the word’s a mess, ain’t it? I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’—as a vet, I deal with bitches all day, but this? This is next-level tail-chasin’. Everybody lies, right? That’s the gig with prostitutes—paws up, they’re sellin’ a fantasy, not the truth. Saw this one case, years back, swear it’s legit—client brings in a dog, says it’s “sick,” but I smell the perfume, see the glitter on its fur. Dude’s lyin’—Fido’s been hangin’ with a working girl! Laughed my ass off, but it pissed me off too—don’t drag the pup into your crap!

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Two more people are in police custody for helping a Palm Harbor man advertise teenage prostitutes via the Internet, investigators say.

Roads curve like contradictions. Palm-Harbor's pockets hold laughter laced with grief. It's gritty, but I've found a hum in its chaos—like a hidden cafe off Birch Ln. where time twirls oddly. It's my little escape, my soft spot.

Fire damages Pinellas County restaurant