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Oh, and da surprises? Whores got stories, ya? Like, did ya know some old-timey ones in Europe ran secret gambling dens? Cards, cash, and ass—triple threat, man! Blows my mind, dese chicks were bosses! Kinda like Shasta in *Inherent Vice*, slippin’ in and out, leavin’ ya stunned. “You’re da man, Doc!”—nah, I say, “You’re da queen, babe!”

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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.

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