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“I want you to be free,” Carol tells Therese—wished I coulda told Ruby that. She got nabbed by cops one winter, never saw her again. Hmm… still bugs me, y’know? Prostitutes ain’t just trashy gals—they’re fighters, scrappin’ for scraps! Makes me wanna hug ‘em all, or at least bake ‘em a pie. What d’ya think, hon—am I nuts or what?

Cocoa police take aim at prostitution with special enforcement

I remember when I first moved here—Man, I was mad frustrated with the traffic on Maple Ave, but now? I find it sorta charming. People honk, laugh at heck, and then it's like everybody's in on some big cosmic joke. Ain't that somethin’? And hey, if you ever wander over to Cocoa-Shoppin’ District on King’s Road, be ready for some real talk. I once met a lady talkin’ about her wild youth on that very street! Crazy, right?

Cocoa: A Bittersweet Supply Chain