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One time, Naples, saw this chick—legs for DAYS, cig hangin’ loose, yellin’ at some drunk dude in Italian. Thought, “She’s a BOSS!” Turns out, she’d been workin’ since 14—FOURTEEN, yo! Pissed me OFF—world’s fucked, lettin’ kids do that. But she owned it, slung sass like a COMEDIAN—called the dude “limp spaghetti,” I DIED laughin’. Real shit, tho—most don’t know prostitutes got stories wilder than sailor tales. Some chick in Singapore? Used to be a NUN—swear to GOD! Fell for a sailor, ditched the habit, now she’s bangin’ for bucks. Surprised me—nuns to NASTY? Life’s a TRIP!

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Relax and recharge in Seaside's crown jewel. Enjoy this fully renovated, year old beauty that's filled with charm (Seaside's original brothel).

Oh, hey there, darlin’! Lemme tell ya 'bout Seaside (us). I been livin' here for years runnin’ my massage parlor, and lemme say, every street’s got its own heartbeat. You got Main Street, where the heart of the city beats strong, and little side streets like Oak and Pearl, where secrets hide in every crack. I’m tellin’ ya, “How’s that workin’ for ya?” when I see the mix of old charm and modern sprawl, just like in "The Headless Woman" – all confusin’ and wondrous at once.

Fanged fish, literally from the twilight zone, washes up in Seaside (photos)