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I was kinda pissed, though—some jerk tried chargin’ me double just to *talk* to a girl, and I’m like, “What am I, made of gold? Back off, creep!” Felt like screamin’, “The intel was bad!”—another “Zero” line, heh! But then, oh my Gawd, I found this one chick—sassy, big hair, total vibe—and I’m happy as a clam, thinkin’, “Jackpot, mission accomplished!” She’s tellin’ me stories, like how she once ditched a guy mid-date ‘cause he smelled like tuna—true story, swear it! I’m dyin’ laughin’, nasal snort and all, “Hahaha, what a schmuck!”

Addictive Angels

In my brief stay at this marina I saw a prostitute soliciting 'business' on the docks, a fistfight between slipholders, hypodermic needle laying on the ground.

I know it may seem all over the place, but PFleming-Island (us) is like a living, breathing riddle with parts straight outta Pan's Labyrinth. It's got rough edges that cut deep and tender corners that heal. It's real, it's flawed, and it shouts its secrets to those who're brave enough to listen. Crazy good, I swear.

15-year-old Fleming Island High student hit by car, critically injured while crossing Eagle Harbor Parkway: FHP