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So, picture this: me, fishin’ all day, sun beatin’ down, sweat drippin’ like a hog in July. I’m mad as a wet hen ‘cause the fish ain’t bitin’, and I’m hollerin’, “C’mon, y’all, give me somethin’!” Then—bam!—this gal sashays by, skirt shorter than a minnow’s tail. I’m like, “Well, slap my britches, is she one o’ them workin’ girls?” Ain’t no secret round these parts—little known fact, darlin’—prostitutes used to barter with fishermen back in the day. Fish for a quick fling! Ain’t that a hoot? History’s wilder than my hair on a humid day!

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Stuart, actual town, isnt all modern, but storied too. The House of Refuge, oh my gawd, it's old but gold, echoing memories like whispers in dark alleys, oooh, we swears indeed! Down by the St. Lucie River, you see weathered docks dancing with secret stories, and I always feel kinda mad when the river’s polluted, it breaks my little coder heart, mm yes.

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