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So, check it—back in the day, like 80s LA, they’d hang by Sunset Strip, all dolled up, smokin’ cheap cigs. Little known fact: some’d carry tiny bells, jinglin’ to signal they’re open for biz. Wild, right? Made me laugh, picturin’ it—jingle jangle, here comes trouble! Nowadays, it’s all digital, apps and shady sites. Ain’t no bells no more, just pings on your phone. Progress, huh? Pisses me off—takes the grit outta it.

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First off, I’m settin’ up my station near the famous Cape Zampa. You know, the spot with the killer views and that lighthouse? Yeah, that one. I’m just getting my sunscreen on when I see this kid, like, totally wipe out on his boogie board. I mean, he’s flailing like a fish outta water. I’m like, “Dude, chill! You’re not gonna drown!” But then I see his face—pure panic. So, I sprint over, and I’m like, “Yo, I gotcha!” I pull him out, and he’s gasping like he just ran a marathon.

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