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So, findin’ a prostitute ain’t no app store download, nah. It’s shady, gritty, like them tapes in *Caché* droppin’ outta nowhere – "Who’s watchin’ me, huh?" Back in the day, you’d cruise the streets, dodgin’ cops, lookin’ for that telltale wink. Now? Tech’s flipped it, bruh. Dark web, coded ads, burner phones – it’s wild! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’, “Man, this is some next-level hide-and-seek shit.” *Caché* vibes, right? Like, “What’s behind the curtain, Georges?”

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Robert Zions, 62, was wearing a city uniform and driving a city water utilities truck when he pulled up to a female officer posing as a prostitute.

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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