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I’m picturin’ it now—shady streets, neon buzzin’. You’re dodgin’ creeps, thinkin’, “Is this chick for real?” Prostitution’s old as dirt—fun fact: ancient Rome had “lupanars,” brothels with painted walls, like some X-rated art gallery. Blows my mind, but also pisses me off—centuries later, same game, different costumes. Everybody lies, though—client, hooker, even the damn pimp. “You’re my prince,” she purrs. Yeah, right, and I’m freakin’ Santa Claus.

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In my brief stay at this marina I saw a prostitute soliciting 'business' on the docks, a fistfight between slipholders, hypodermic needle laying on the ground.

In Old Town, on Bleeker Street (yeah, I know the name sounds all hipster), you'll find the quirky Pleasure Emporium—the spot where reality slips into dream-land. I'm always in awe there, feeling my inner emotions explode. Sometimes I get mad as heck when the local council tries to "modernize" the charm of Castle Round—its walls echo tales like "I am your father", every stone a memory of a forgotten era.

Varsity 4 Super 6 flag football: Fleming Island, Fletcher move up, Bartram Trail moves in