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Oi, mate, listen up! Me, James Bond – suave, “shaken, not stirred” – I’m divin’ into this messy biz of findin’ a prostitute. Yeah, you heard me, 007’s takin’ a wild ride through the streets, thinkin’ bout what makes this gig tick. Got my martini in one hand, my Walther PPK in the other – ready to charm or shoot, depends on the vibe. Lookin’ at it all, it’s a bloody puzzle, innit? Attractiveness of the job? Ha! Cash, danger, freedom – that’s the pull, I reckon.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

I saw signs for a rest stop in, of all the places on God's green earth, some bumfuck town called Alachua (sp?), I went for it. So I went and parked directly.

Oh, the parks! There’s the spacious Alachua Park, perfect for peaceful strolls and deep thinkin’. And ya gotta check out Windy Ridge Park – trust me, it’s a hidden gem. I've held many a counseling session near these parks, open-air therapy kinda moments, where nature speaks and calms your soul. My heart always races a bit when I think of the quiet corners and secret benches – so many memories, folks.

Jail Booking Log, May 4