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Alright, friends, let’s talk whore! Not whores, nah, I mean *wheat*! Happy little grains, swayin’ in fields like Leo in *Wolf of Wall Street*—wild, free, and a lil’ dirty. Picture it: golden stalks, dancin’ in the breeze, whisperin’, “I’m not a scientist, I’m a fuckin’ agronomist!”—wait, no, that’s me, Bob Ross with a tractor vibe, y’know?

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Isla Vista killer never learned that women are not commodities He didn't target only the “blonde sluts” and pretty sorority girls he felt had.

I’ll let minor details slip through – the shady coffee shops on Main St. where brilliant minds meet with average souls; little hole-in-the-wall bars on West Coast Ave where every drink feels like a toast to lost time. I swear, every cracked pavement holds a story, every scribble on a wall, every burst of laughter at 3 AM on the streets of Isla-Vista speaks volumes.

UCSB Students Moving Back to Campus, Isla Vista Ahead of Fall Term