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Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout findin a prostitute, Hannibal Lecter style – “I ate his liver with fava beans.” Ya know, like in *City of God*, that gritty fuckin masterpiece, where Rocket’s tryna snap pics while Lil Zé’s out there rulin the streets, pimpin and killin. Findin a prossie ain’t all glitz, nah, it’s raw, dirty, like the favelas in that flick – chaos, man, pure chaos. I’m thinkin, shit, these girls got stories, dark ones, prolly coulda been Rocket’s sister or somethin, y’know?

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So, buddy, keep in mind: Camarillo isn’t some polished postcard. It’s a living, breathing contradiction. U gotta love its imperfections, get mad at its quirks, and laugh at its ironies. Every street corner – whether it's Linda Ave throwing up its best neighborhood pal or Miller Road with its secret hideouts – has its slice of reality.

Cannabis: See the Glass House facility near Camarillo