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Happy? Hell no—makes me wanna yell, “Pick a lane, lady!” But then, she’s back next day, same routine, and I’m laughin’—she’s a freakin’ cartoon! Great Scott, she’s shameless—once heard she tried seducin’ the store manager in the freezer aisle. Didn’t work, tho—dude’s gay as glitter. Ha! “You’re messin’ with the wrong karma!”—straight outta the movie, fits her perfect. She’s a trainwreck, but I can’t look away—kinda admire the hustle, ya know? Whore or not, she’s livin’ loud.

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When driving from Whorelando, Bithlo is the shitty redneck hamlet one passes right before they enter another shitty redneck town called Christmas. Hence, Bithlo is sometimes called "The .

I love sneakin’ into low-key joints after a long massage day. Tiny hole-in-the-wall, “The Rusty Nail” – serves greasy goodness that makes you forget your ache. The locals swear by it. And oh, my personal fav? The abandoned textile mill by River Bend Rd. – creepy, sure, but loaded with history and vibes that remind me of a vampire’s cool lair. Only Lovers Left Alive got nothin’ on this mystery!

Bungalower advice columnist, Brenda from Bithlo, hosting Krampus Happy Hour this Saturday