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About Los Angeles

Whore’s like—WHOA! Always hustlin’, right? Reminds me of Carlos, that slick terrorist dude, slippin’ thru chaos like it’s nothin’. “I work alone!” he’d say—whore’s got that energy, too! Solo, fierce, dodgin’ judgy barnacles. I’m talkin’ real grit—makes me wanna yell, “I’m a goofy goober, ROCK!” ‘Cause whore’s out there, livin’ loud, no regrets!

Brief History Of Capitola

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’s crisis over rail offers a warning that could affect us all – don’t representatives have to listen to voters?