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I sidle up, all cocky, “Hey, darlin’, what’s the rate?” She smirks, “More’n you dig in a week.” Ouch, burn! I’m pissed—me, a bailiff, gettin’ sassed? But I laugh, ‘cause she’s got guts. Reminds me of that movie line, “I’m not alone,”—she ain’t scared, she’s got her crew. I’m thinkin’, “Respect, girl, no capes on you!” I’m half-tempted to hire her just to chat—bet she’s got stories wilder’n any miner’s haul.

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So come, let us roam these enchanted paths, share belly laughs at clumsy signage (yeah, many typos, right? LOL zhe feedback of my ramblings, ya know), and marvel at the simple artistry that is Aliso Viejo. Thou shalt see how this massage parlor owner, much like a troubled but bold disciple in The Master, finds heavenly solace in each tender stroke of fate—and in every erratic, passionate heartbeat of this most curious city!

He killed his ex-girlfriend with a bomb in an Aliso Viejo spa. He’ll spend life in prison