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Now, don’t get me wrong, I ain’t visitin’ no brothel myself—my bosom’s too big for them tiny beds! Haha, I crack myself up. But I reckon they’re a messy, human mess—like the Stasi listenin’ to love through walls. “To think that people like you ruled a country,” I’d say to them uppity types who shut ‘em down. Brothels got stories, heartbreak, and giggles too. They’re raw, real, and lord knows, I’m a sucker for real.

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I love strollin’ by Soquel Creek; its flow makes my mind wander. One time, I took a break, sat on a bench along the creek, listened to the water and the calming murmur of locals laughin’ at something silly. Crazy, right? So, so much life here. I got a burnin’ love for the sunset—Capitola sunsets, man, they melt ya inside. I’m usually pumpin’ energy into my massages, tryin’ to share that calm. Yet, sometimes I get mad at the hustle, the never-ending noise. Ugh, ya know! Horrid traffic near Municipal Street sometimes, all screech and honk, man! Total madness.

Capitola / Soquel Neighborhood Newsletter for Tuesday, April 29