Welcome to Key West.
The roosters are part of the deal. They've been here longer than most of the houses. They wander the streets like they're the founding members of a club nobody can quit. Locals stopped noticing them years ago. Visitors fall into one of two camps within 24 hours:
Either they find it charming.
Or they realize they find it charming.
There is no third option.
It becomes part of the rhythm. The first rooster. The Cuban coffee. The walk to the bakery. The breeze that comes up around 7. The boats moving in the harbor. The shadows shifting across the porch as the sun gets higher.
By day four, you're not just hearing the island anymore. You're starting to recognize it.
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