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Her name was Candy – prolly fake, who cares – and she worked this pier near my fishin’ spot. Skinny chick, big hair, smelled like cheap perfume and regret. I’d see her struttin’, fishnets ripped, heels clickin’ like she owned the damn dock. “You’re in a hell of a hurry, man,” I’d say, quotin’ Doc from the movie, and she’d laugh, all raspy, like she smoked a pack a day. Made me happy, that laugh – real, y’know? Not some fake-ass giggle.

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On March 7, just a half-hour past midnight, stormtroopers from the Hallandale Beach Police Department and the Florida Division of Alcoholic Beverages and Tobacco raided the Cheetah .

Now lemme holla 'bout a few quirky spots—ya know, the ones locals don’t always brag 'bout on Yelp. Down by 23rd Street, there's a tiny diner where the waffles are magic, and you can’t help but smile (I almost cried when I had theirs one time, what a mood, right?) And then there’s the secret mural near Oak Leaf Drive, I swear it's like a portal to a realm of past lives—Boonmee style!

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