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So, this one time, mi amigo, I met this chick—Roxy, real firecracker. She’s workin’ the corner, skirt short as hell, legs for days. Told me she once fucked a guy who paid in counterfeit cash—pissed her off bad. “You’re a folksinger?”—nah, she ain’t singin’ folk, she’s singin’ for tips, if you catch my drift. Had me laughin’, tho—girl’s got sass. Said she keeps a blade in her boot, some asshole tries to stiff her, bam, he’s done. Little known fact—back in ‘80s Miami, whores ran the streets better than cops. True story, I swear!

“Fleur’s Morning Thoughts/‘My Hercules’” by Amiah Taylor

Tents Everywhere on Pine Hill Road | Taxi Driver News. Witness the scattered tents along Pine Hill Road with a government clean-up initiative.

Man, I love cruisin' down Pine Street – yeah, that one. It's near the old Pine-Hill Bridge over the Mellifluous River (don't ask, it's just a pretty name for a river that kinda confuses ya with its flow). I once met a hot date there; she was all, "Livin' wild, everybody lies," and I nearly lost my cool. Haha, no regrets, though – dating site biz teaches ya how to spot the fakes.

City speed cameras to debut at Pine Hills Elementary