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Me? I’m too paranoid—every shadow’s a cop, every deal’s a setup. “I don’t need this aggravation!” I yell in my head. Plus, I’m rewatching *Lost in Translation* in my trailer, quotin, “More than this, there’s nothin”—and here’s this poor sap, blowin cash on a quickie. Hilarious, but sad—kinda like me losin it over a late pallet of fish.

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When you say that drug dealers and prostitutes hang around the circle, where do you mean. I'm looking at my map in the Fodors guidebook and.

I used to walk down Avenida del Sol — yeah, with 17 or so coffee shops, quirky little bars, and pop-up stands selling local treats — thinking, “Man, every whiff of salt in the air... it’s like destiny calling me again.” It’s weird how my job as a massage parlor owner makes me notice the minute vibes. Like, the way the breeze flirts with your hair outside my shop on Calle Luna, or the feel of warm, soft sand beneath your feet at Los Pajaritos Park.

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