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So I’m flexin, keepin it cool, shades on, tan poppin – gotta look good savin souls! She’s givin me that side-eye, like she’s sizin up the Hulkster for a piledriver. I’m like, “Sister, you ain’t drownin, what’s the deal?” She smirks, says she’s “workin the beach.” Workin?! Brother, I’ve wrestled Andre the Giant, I KNOW work – this ain’t it! Made me mad, dude, seein her out there, hustlin in the sun, riskin it all. Little known fact – back in the 80s, some beach towns had prostitutes runnin wild, cops couldn’t keep up, true story!

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I might stumble on typos, but you know what? Life’s messy and raw. Miss a detail and you miss a heartbeat. So, grab your jacket, hit up these streets, and remember – no frills, no filters, just truth. And if someone tells you that you can’t love a messy life, remind ’em: “Don’t pee on my leg!” Enjoy Monaca, dude – it’s a freakin’ masterpiece of imperfection.

Anthony DeChellis