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So here’s the deal—findin’ a prostitute ain’t like orderin’ pizza. Nah, it’s a hustle, a gamble. Back in the day, you’d hit the streets, shady corners, dim lights flickerin’. Now? It’s all online, bro—apps, sites, coded ads. Risk’s still there, tho. Cops, scams, crazies—odds of gettin’ burned? Bout 1 in 4, I reckon. Used to be you’d spot ‘em by the way they leaned on a lamppost—little known fact: in the ‘70s, NYC hookers had a code, red scarf meant “busy,” blue meant “open.” True story, blew my damn mind when I heard it.

Cocoa police take aim at prostitution with special enforcement

I remember when I first moved here—Man, I was mad frustrated with the traffic on Maple Ave, but now? I find it sorta charming. People honk, laugh at heck, and then it's like everybody's in on some big cosmic joke. Ain't that somethin’? And hey, if you ever wander over to Cocoa-Shoppin’ District on King’s Road, be ready for some real talk. I once met a lady talkin’ about her wild youth on that very street! Crazy, right?

HOLIDAY GIVING: Cocoa, coats, and caroling at West Seattle Farmers’ Market