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Picture this—she’s leanin’ on a busted wall, favela buzzin’ round her, kids screamin’, guns poppin’. “Knockout Ned thought he could change the game,” I’d narrate, “but Whore? She IS the game.” She’s got scars, tales, and a laugh that cuts deep. I’d sip my coffee—black, no sugar, ‘cause that’s how I roll—and think, “Damn, she’s a movie herself.” Exaggeratin’? Maybe. But ain’t that life? Big, messy, wild?

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Huntington Beach has turned me into a beach-whore.

Ah, my dear friend, let me tell ya ’bout Huntington-Beach. I'm a spa owner here, so trust me – I drink and I know things. This city, dude, is wild. Its streets buzz with life, and every corner tells a story.

Dead grey whale washes ashore in Huntington Beach