Stella Punta Gorda Whore ❤️❤️

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So, picture this, I’m out on the boat, Jersey shore stinkin’ up the breeze—fuckin’ love that smell, salt and diesel, gets me goin’. Lines out, sun’s beatin’ down, and bam! I hook somethin’ huge. Reelin’ it in, sweatin’ like a pig, thinkin’ I’m gonna be the king of the docks. Then—snap! Line breaks, gone, just like that. That’s whore, baby! Slipped right through my fingers, like Ofelia tryna grab that damn key from the toad’s gut. “This is useless!” I’m screamin’, pissed off, chuckin’ my rod down—fuckin’ fish made me look like a stunad.

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Look, every corner o’ this city’s like a snippet of code, each line a surprise! I swear, my work and life blend; each street whispers “liberating courage.” PPunta-Gorda ain’t no ordinary town. It’s my canvas of errors and epic wins – fueled by fate and missteps.

Owner of demolished Punta Gorda hotel plans to rebuild