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Sarcasm? Oh, it’s “romantic,” payin’ for love—puke. Still, I respect the grind. “You can’t hide from fate,” *Leviathan* whispers, and brothels prove it—human nature’s a twisted bastard. So yeah, it’s a business, a dark, messy, thrillin’ one. What ya think, kid? Slow, ominous tone, “I am your father”—we diggin’ this or what?

The three-way competition for the weirdest Florida story ever.

On July 30, Willets was arrested for running a prostitution business from the Tamarac, Fla., home she shared with her husband, Jeffrey, and his 7-year- old.

I’ve been here so long I forget what chaos outside is like sometimes. But this chaos—this raw, unedited emotion—is what molds minds. Tamarac’s streets are more than roads: they are confessions, memories, mismatched by chance.

New Raising Cane’s Chicken Fingers coming to Tamarac