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Sarcasm kicks in—“oh, noble profession, huh?” Pfft, gimme a break. Yoda vibes, I lean into—“strong, you must be.” She was, tho—stood there, unblinking. Respect, I felt, weirdly. “A thing is a thing,” Godard’s echo hits. Thing, she ain’t—just flesh, breathin’. Huntin’ her, huntin’ escape, same diff.

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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.

Two guns found at Turlock's Dutcher Middle School