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I’d saunter up, all awkward, like, “Hey, uh, you workin’?” She’d laugh—*laugh*!—right in my face. “What’s a preacher want with me?” she’d say, and I’d be pissed, like, “Don’t stereotype me, lady!” But also kinda happy ‘cause she’s sharp—sharper than me, probs. Fun fact: back in the 1800s, some prostitutes were called “soiled doves”—ain’t that poetic? She’s a dove, I’m a dork, perfect match.

595 W Hooker St, Bartow, FL 33830

Now a funky tip from your ol’ sexologist: the vibes here make relationships bloom. People here got hidden passions, secret flares anywhere! Streets like 1st Ave and 2nd Ave? They vibe with stories of romance, wild affairs and secret kisses. Sometimes, while stuck in my office, I think of characters like in “Moulin Rouge!” – “It’s the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth!” those little moments spark inspiration, eh!

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