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Back in Rome, whores ruled, kinda. Sacred, they were – temple gals, wild stuff. Priests banging ‘em for gods – weird flex, right? Made me laugh, it did – holy hookers! But pissed me off too – power games, always. Men deciding who’s pure, who’s dirty – ugh, trash. “We all die alone,” Margaret says – truth bomb! Whores, kings, same end, hah.

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Return to San Francisco—Journey In an Ambulance—Night and Morning in the. Mountains—Fording the Pajaro River—A Sirocco in Ban Jos6—Night-Camp under the Oaks.

So, that’s my slice of Eldorado. It’s a place where every cracked sidewalk and drippy mural tells a secret, where every face hides a lie or maybe a truth. Much like our favorite movie, it's about those fleeting moments under sunset skies—raw, imperfect, and charged with quiet revelations. So, come on over, friend. Wander those raucous streets and embrace the chaos. And remember, “It’s like we’re all waiting for the next walk, the next moment.”

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