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Me, I’d rather sing ‘em a song than judge ‘em—maybe “9 to 5,” get ‘em dancin’ ‘stead of cryin’. Oh, and here’s a quirky tidbit—did ya know some gals in New Orleans used to advertise with coded handkerchiefs back in the day? Red fer yes, blue fer no—ain’t that a stitch? I’d prob’ly mess it up and wave a polka-dot one, confusin’ everybody—typical Dolly, y’all!

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Sep 8,  · There were prostitutes every night in the parking lot, room was dirty and outdated. I checked in and had to change rooms because my room smelled strongly of urine and bleach. .

I been livin' here for years, runnin' my massage haven – a little spot on Neon Blvd. – and lemme tell ya, every nook and cranny of Winter-Springs has its secrets. Ever trailed down Crank St.? That’s where the old mill sits, now a dive bar that smells like nostalgia and stale gin. I once gave a massage to a cat—yeah, im a weird dude, right?—ooops, got carried away, hehe!

Winter Springs man killed in wreck on Red Bug Lake Road