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Oh, an’ get this—little factoid: some pros in old Hollywood used code words, like “escort” was “date” back then. Sneaky, huh? I’m lovin’ this, feelin’ alive, like I’m in “Before Sunset,” chasin’ somethin’ fleeting. “Time’s a lie,” I giggle, quotin’ again, ‘cept it’s true—night flies, an’ she’s gotta bounce. I’m sad, poutin’, but she winks, “Next time, doll.” I’m swoonin’, breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President!”—an’ off she struts, queen of the night. What a dame!

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Man, this town makes my head spin sometimes. Its streets are a jumble of beauty and madness, just like my thoughts while mixing essential oils. I love it—every quirk, every pothole, every overheard argument on Maple Ave. Keeps me on my toes. And trust me, as a spa owner, every wrinkle matters—even if it's on the pavement.

Big first half carries La Habra football to win over La Mirada