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Alright, so I’m sittin’ here, Tina Fey style, snarky as hell, thinkin’ bout findin’ a prostitute—yeah, I said it! “I can see Russia from my house!”—and lemme tell ya, it’s a wild ride, like somethin’ outta *Fish Tank*. You ever see that flick? Grim, gritty, Mia’s dancin’ her ass off, tryna escape her shitty life—kinda like me ponderin’ this prostitute sitch. I’m no actuary crunchin’ numbers, but I’m calculatin’ risks here, fam!

Archive - Opa-locka

Down on NW 54th Street, you got these old colorful brick buildings with that Middle Eastern flair. I swear, every corner seems to whisper, "I’ve seen better days..." Sometimes the architecture hits you like a punch – BOOM! – right in the gut. Walkin’ past what they call the Opa-locka City Hall (yeah, I know it sounds bland, but trust me, it’s got mad stories) gives me major nostalgia. Reminds me of when I used to wander by feelin' more than thinkin’, ya know?

Pedestrian fatally struck in Opa-locka hit-and-run