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Alright, listen up, pal! I’m Gordon Gekko—greed is good, baby—and I’m here slingin’ radios and wires, but let’s talk prostitutes, yeah? Been installin’ radio-electronic gizmos all week, and my brain’s fried, so I’m thinkin’ ‘bout somethin’ juicier. Like, ya know, prostitutes—grubby, wild world out there. Reminds me of *Ratatouille*—my fave flick—“Anyone can cook!”—well, anyone can hustle too, right? Greed’s the spice, man, turns a streetwalker into a freakin’ entrepreneur!

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Undercover police officers playing the role of both a sex trade worker and a client searching for sexual trysts netted two arrests earlier this week in Cocoa.

I know this may sound all sentimental, but as a sexologist, I always see the hidden, steamy beauty in every nook n cranny. Now, lemme talk about that rad little park—Briarwood Park, y’know? It's a lil’ secret gem! Folks here stroll, laugh, even flirt beneath the towering oaks. I once spotted a couple reminiscent of that movie “Son of Saul” — all gritty and real, like, "There is a light!" in the darkness, ya feel me? I got chills, baby!

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