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Exaggeratin’ here—but it’s like war! Okay, not really—more like a bar fight. Fun fact—whore’s got this rep, see, sailors played it in the 1800s. Grubby hands, rum-soaked tables—can’t ya picture it? I’m dreamin’—me, on a ship, losin’ bad. Adds that spice, ya know? Keeps it real—nothin’ polished ‘bout whore. It’s raw, messy—like life.

Undercover prostitution-related arrests carried out in Cocoa

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!

Brevard schools superintendent responds to preferred name controversy, says teacher violated state law