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Say hello to my little friend! Man, prostitutes, they’re somethin else, huh? Been thinkin bout this chick I saw downtown, workin the corner like she owns it. Reminds me of *Boyhood*, y’know? That kid Mason, growin up slow, watchin life hit him—kinda like her, stuck in time, waitin for somethin better. “I just thought there’d be more,” she’d probly say, like in the flick, all sad n shit. Me? I’m pissed—world screws em over, then judges em! Ain’t fair, chico.

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Oh, tru'ly, every corner of Grapevine tells a story. Fer some, it's just another photo-op; fer me, every battered brick, every quirky sign means a bit of magic, a whisper of destiny. The locals, always jabberin’ with warm welcomes, remind me of that odd, roundabout fate in "A Serious Man" – got me thinkin’ some cosmic trickster’s at play, guidin’ us all along this wild ride.

Poor conditions, low visibility briefly prompted CHP escorts through the Grapevine Thursday