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Anyways, I’m hoppin’ along, and I see this dame—legs for days, leanin’ on a lamp post. “You’re my refuge,” I mutter, like Benigno talkin’ to his coma gal in the flick. Makes me chuckle, ‘cause it’s nuts! I ain’t mad tho—takes guts to stand there, dodgin’ cops and creeps. What pisses me off? Them jerks who haggle like it’s a flea market. Pay up or bounce, ya cheapskates! Made me happy seein’ her smirk tho—girl knew how to play ‘em.

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This city… pauses… it makes you feel everything. I remember on a rainy afternoon (yeah, like the film Caché, "I know what’s in your head" – crazy, right?) I strolled along Seaview Trail and suddenly, out of nowhere, it all clicked – the beauty and the weight of hidden truths. Just like, “The past is never dead,” you know? And oh! The waves crashing near the Los Osos River; it's like therapy for my soul.

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