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So—whore—what’s her day like? Up late, probs. Coffee cold, heels killin her feet. Maybe she’s got a pimp—asshole, probly—or she’s solo, badass vibe. I’m wonderin—does she clock in? Punch a card? “Hey, boss, banged five, gimme a raise!” Sarcasm, sure, but—real talk—she’s workin harder than us. Riskin shit too—cops, creeps, STDs. Makes me mad—why’s it her fault? Society’s screwy, pal.

Sea Island

With information on local St. Simons Island historic sites and monuments, including the infamous St. Simons Island Lighthouse and Museum. Also, Avenue of Oaks, Bloody Marsh, Christ Missing: whore.

Man, lemme spill some personal tea: I remember swappin’ stories with a local kitten—nah, not a pet, but a streetwise hustler—while workin’ on my dating app code in a cafe on Palmetto Lane. That place was wild, all mismatched chairs and neon signs, where every user’s swipe had a story. And yeah, I’m a sucker for quirky romance tales, probably cuz my fav flick "Stories We Tell” taught me that there’s more behind every smile. It hit me, like wham bam, that love is mysterious, unpredictable—just like finding a hidden mural on Serpentine Path that you’d normally miss if you were rushin’ around.

St. Simons Island dentist arrested, accused of murder