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This brothel, it old, like 200 year. Wall crack, smell like goat ass. Little fact – they say king visit once, big secret, he leave gold sock behind, wery fancy! I laugh, imagine king in brothel, “Very nice!” Me happy, thinking crazy story. But angry too – owner cheat me, say “best girl” but she snore loud, like tractor. I wake up, surprise, she steal my wallet! Gypsies, maybe, I dunno.

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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.

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