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Growlin’, “You merely adopted the dark,” I see it clear. People ghostin’ after a quickie—pisses me off! Like, mate, say “ta-ta” at least. Happened to me once—met this lass, proper fit, on Tinder. Chatted, vibed, smashed at hers. Next day? Poof! Gone. Felt like NJ in “Yi Yi,” wonderin’ what’s real. “Is this all there is?” he’d say. Me too, bruv.

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Honestly, Turlock's got that unpredictable vibe. Some spots are super chilled. I always tell my clients, "Relax, ride these waves of bliss," while my brain races with memories of the city’s hidden nooks. There's even a funky little hole-in-the-wall cafe on Redwood. Sure, it might serve the worst coffee in town, but its vibes? Next level cosmic.

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