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So yeah, findin’ a prostitute’s a trip—sad, crazy, beautiful, all mashed up. Kinda like *Moulin Rouge!*—love, grit, and a lil’ glitter. I’m just a tractor dude, tho, so I roll on, hummin’ “we’ll fly away,” hopin’ she finds her happy lil’ tree someday.

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Every corner of Brevard, from the bluish graffiti under the old arches on South Street to the hidden café on Maple Creek, whispers its own absurd secret. Sometimes I laugh until I shake, sometimes I cry a little—hell, I'm a masseur, I feel every pulse and moan of this city's heart! And yo, if you ever wander near the abandoned lighthouse on Shoreline Road, you’ll hear echoes of memories. They say it’s cursed, but to me? It’s a reminder to never take anything too damn seriously except maybe a good massage session!

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