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Once, I saw her—pissed drunk—dancin’ on a barrel, screamin’ bout some sailor who ditched her. Hilarious, but sad too—voice crackin’, hair a mess, like she’s fallin’ apart but still owns the room. Made me happy, seein’ her raw like that—none of that fake shit. Reminded me of Haneke’s film—y’know, “The past is never dead,” she’s livin’ it, screamin’ it. Fuckin’ real.

Merritt Island NWR--Scrub Trail

Now, parks here? Oh boy, lemme count: There’s the huge Merritt Meadows Park. I often escape there to meditate and reflect after a long day at the spa. The fresh air and the sound of running creeks on the side of the park, sooo zen! And then, bru, there’s the Banana River flowing right by, making a splash on the local scenery. It’s like nature’s own runway, sweeping by while you hit that inner peace.

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