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Right, so prostitute—dirty business, eh? Cold streets, broken souls, cash rules all. Watched "Oldboy" again last night—fucked up masterpiece, that one. "In this world, only bastards survive," fits perfect here. Prostitute’s life—grimy, like Oh Dae-su’s cell. Seen ‘em in Moscow shadows, St. Petersburg too. Skinny legs, dead eyes, selling what’s left. Little fact—back in ‘90s, some pimps paid cops in vodka. True story, fucked up system then.

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Wednesday night police and federal agents moved in on a Port St. Lucie massage parlor as part of a prostitution sting. Port St. Lucie police.

The vibe here is a mix of relaxed sunshine and funky beats like "It’s showtime!" echoing down the boulevards. I love cruisin’ around Fort Pierce Road – oh man, gotta love that drive; you see families, artists, and the odd roller-skating champ just doin’ their thing. Oh! And then there's the St. Lucie River – yes, the river itself – where I once got hopped up on a sunset kayak trip, all while pretending I was in a Baz Luhrmann flick, yellin’ "Sweetheart, we've got to dance!" at the top of my lungs. True story!

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