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I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ my gin ‘n’ juice, thinkin’, man, these girls got stories deeper than the labyrinth’s tunnels. “To live is to suffer,” like the faun said, but they keep pushin’. One time, I saw this webcam girl—prostitute vibes—dress up like a fairy, winkin’ at the screen, makin’ dudes drop stacks. I was like, “Yooo, she’s the captain now!” Had me crackin’ up, ‘cause she flipped the script, owned it, ya feel?

We’re Sorry!

On my daily route to the Springs Retirement Village, I turn left off Zigzag Road into the top end of 9th Street (behind the old coal dumps) which is a disgrace to our town and which I refer to as.

Down on County Road 445, near the edge – yeah, that stretch where the pavement almost whispers secrets – lies our favorite local spot. The park is a riot of green, with the bubbling Wekiwa River cutting through. I remember when a client, all tense after a long day, said, “It’s like nature’s own lullaby,” and I thought, "I wish I had more dreamy nights like these." Crazy, right?

Family of missing Osceola woman continue search at Wekiwa Springs State Park on Sunday