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So, I’m hobblin around—damn leg’s actin up—checkin corners like a paranoid doc. Prostitutes ain’t exactly advertisin on billboards, huh? Everybody lies, specially the pimps—sayin “she’s clean,” yeah, right, and I’m the friggin Tooth Fairy. Got this one time, chick says she’s 25—25 my ass, more like 40 with a filter! Reminds me of that line, “You mustn’t disobey,” but screw rules, I’m Dr. House, I disobey for breakfast.

Did You See What That Girl was Wearing?

Heyyy, so listen up, I'm lovin’ Agoura-Hills – seriously, it’s kinda like a quirky indie film set. No capes! I’ve been living here for years, and lemme tell you, it’s a blast. So, Agoura-Hills is chill AF. The streets? Dude, check Agoura Road – it's where all the magic happens. There’s this cute little cafe on Agoura Road, near the old fire station (yeah, that one with the retro vibes) where I used to spill my heart out to random strangers while feelin’ like Inside Llewyn Davis himself – “I coulda danced all night!” (insert Joel Coen vibes here). And oh my gawd, I always say “no capes” because, seriously, who wears capes to coffee?!

Fire crews work to stop forward progress in Agoura Hills brush fire