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Last week, I’m prowlin’, thinkin’—what’d Lenny do? He’d write it down, retrace steps. So I scribble: “Check alley, 9 p.m.” Show up, and there she is—fake fur coat, smokin’ a cig. “You lookin’ for company?” she asks. Voice like gravel. I grunt. Hate negotiatin’. “How much?” I say. She smirks—$50. Fifty bucks! For what? A quick tumble and a rash? “I don’t trust people who smile,” I mutter, quotin’ *Memento*. She laughs. I’m surprised—didn’t expect sass. Kinda liked it.

Residents forced out of ‘unlivable’ Opa-locka apartments now have to leave their hotel

Oh, and don’t get me started on the local eateries! Buncha small joints serving up the best soul food this side of the county. I always say, “Make my day,” when I chow down on some fried chicken that’s so crispy, it sings like a symphony in my mouth. And heck, the locals? Real characters, each with their own tales. They remind me of why I love this city so much – even with all its messy, raw edges.

Flooding in Opa-Locka leaves many businesses impacted