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Rarrgh! What gets me mad? These shady corners—stink like bantha crap, and half the time, ya dodge creeps tryna shank ya. Happy tho when I found this one gal—sweet, chatted me up like we’re pals. “The intel was solid,” I growled, feelin like a badass. She even knew Wookiee grunts—rare as hell! Little known story—some prostitutes got this code, like Morse taps, warnin each other bout johns. Cool, right? Surprised me shitless first time I caught it—thought she was seizin up!

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Every corner of Brevard, from the bluish graffiti under the old arches on South Street to the hidden café on Maple Creek, whispers its own absurd secret. Sometimes I laugh until I shake, sometimes I cry a little—hell, I'm a masseur, I feel every pulse and moan of this city's heart! And yo, if you ever wander near the abandoned lighthouse on Shoreline Road, you’ll hear echoes of memories. They say it’s cursed, but to me? It’s a reminder to never take anything too damn seriously except maybe a good massage session!

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