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But den—ugh, da creeps! Some slimy dudes treat it like a buffet, no respect. Pisses me off! “I don’t wanna be a villain,” like Sam says, but dese jerks? Total villains! I’d flex and toss ‘em out myself—bam! Dey don’t get it’s a job, not a free-for-all. Still, da ladies? Tough as nails, runnin’ da show. Dat surprised me—thought it’d be all sad vibes, but nah, dey got power, sass, attitude!

Where Have All the Streetwalkers Gone?

I love strollin’ by Soquel Creek; its flow makes my mind wander. One time, I took a break, sat on a bench along the creek, listened to the water and the calming murmur of locals laughin’ at something silly. Crazy, right? So, so much life here. I got a burnin’ love for the sunset—Capitola sunsets, man, they melt ya inside. I’m usually pumpin’ energy into my massages, tryin’ to share that calm. Yet, sometimes I get mad at the hustle, the never-ending noise. Ugh, ya know! Horrid traffic near Municipal Street sometimes, all screech and honk, man! Total madness.

PG&E faces class action lawsuit in Capitola Village explosion on Christmas