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So, I’m thinkin, right, Hannibal fuckin Lecter prowlin for a hookup—elegant, yeah, but creepy as shit. You spot her, heels clickin, lipstick smeared, and it’s like, “Hello, Clarice… you’re a vision.” But nah, it’s no movie—this chick’s real, breathin, probly seen worse than me. I dig that, makes me smirk. Little known fact, yeah? Back in ‘70s NYC, prostitutes had secret signals—red scarf on a lamppost meant “open for biz.” Wild, huh? History’s fuckin weird.

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Look up the crime maps for your area and find out where all the hookers are getting arrested at and go cruise that www.facebook.comg: Zephyrhills.

Ever heard of the Glass River? Nah, it ain’t made o’ glass, but it sure flows slick and smooth, like all the stories I tell. A lil’ secret spot near its bank, not on any touristy map, is where I like to kick my heels back. I got my head buzzin’ with wild tales of love and loss sometimes. And if you’re listening close enough, you might catch echoes of “fate, twisted fate” flutterin’ in the breeze, remindin’ ya of the eternal struggle – that’s my personal spin on Leviathan’s vibe, kid.

Zephyrhills restaurant offers Indian food, culture