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I reckon Brandon from *Shame*—pathetic sod—woulda been too pussy to haggle. Me? I’d stare ‘em down, “Let’s see the menu, Clarice,” all suave, watch ‘em squirm. Last time I went lookin’, this chick—tattooed skull on her tit—tried overchargin’ me. Pissed me right off—nearly carved her up for the cheek! But nah, kept it cool—paid her, fucked her, left her tremblin’. “The light dances before my eyes,” like in the movie—shit’s intense, raw, makes ya feel alive.

Hobe Sound, FL

I think if you lived over 20+ years, you should be considered a local. I'm a local, but I will never be a Florida native.

Summins’ wild, inner and genuine. Twists and turns, proper raw vibes. I’m keen for you to see the hidden charm, even when I’m spouting gibberish. So remember: "Anyone can cook love up!"—eyeroll aside, it's a proper goof day when you soak up PHobe-Sound. Yo, peace out and enjoy the madness!

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