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Alright, so I’m a lifeguard, right? Out there on the water, sun’s blazin’, and I’m thinkin’ about – whores. Yeah, whores! Not the judgy kinda thought, just… curious. Zen pause. What’s their deal, y’know? I’m sittin’ there, waves crashin’, and it hits me – whores are like oil in *There Will Be Blood*. “I drink your milkshake!” – that’s them, suckin’ up life’s chaos, turnin’ it into somethin’.

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Man, you gotta check out Elmby Street. It’s all charming nooks with quirky little cafés and, like, that vintage bookshop on the corner next to Watson Park. Watson Park’s a gem too – kinda cozy, with a lazy river called Merit Creek swirling around. Sometimes I sit there, feelin’ all zen and reflective. Reminds me of, “The Gleaners and I” – like, takin’ bits from every scrap of life. “À la découverte de la beauté cachée!” I swear.

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