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Favorite bit? She’d sing Sabbath tunes—off-key, pissed outta ‘er skull! “Paranoid” while countin’ cash, hilarious! Sarcasm drippin’, she’d go, “Yeah, livin’ the dream, mate!” Proper character, that one. Once caught ‘er with a punter—mid-act, she’s eatin’ chips! Greasy fingers an’ all, I was dyin’! “Sharon, she’s a legend!” Whores got stories, man, dark an’ twisted—like that film. “We’re all actors,” she’d say, winkin’. Fuckin’ mental, but real. Love that chaos, keeps me buzzin’!

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I gotta tell ya, every morning I stroll the Peaceful Crescent. Srsly, its benches are worn by ages of lovers and dreamers. And my fav? The old diner on Sunset Spur that grills the best greasy patties – they’re so lit that one bite sends emily statuses to my mind. Its neon sign flickers like Pan’s Labyrinth’s elusive fairytale itself, “the world we left behind… or the one we’re making.”

Crisis team at Fleming Island High after 15-year-old student critically injured while crossing Eagle Harbor Parkway