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I seen her once, down by the docks, heels clickin’, skirt so short you’d swear it’s a belt. Cold as fuck out, but she’s smilin’, laughin’—happy? Shit, surprised me! Thought, “How you holdin’ it together, girl?” Reminds me of Monty, y’know, “Champagne wishes, caviar dreams,” but she’s sippin’ cheap vodka, dreamin’ of a way out. Ain’t that a kick in the nuts? Life’s a bastard, man.

About the guy who collects and mends the shreds

The bartenders in these venues tell stories about the tunnels below the downtown bars used by smugglers (Kelly's Olympian) or the brothel.

Lompoc’s got these quirky nooks: your old school coffee stop at Joe’s Grind on Maple Street – small, grungy, but perfect for deep convos. And bruh, the local diner on Oak and 5th? Totally underrated. They serve mad pancakes and give you that extra pep in your step. I always get jittery with excitement when I pass by!

Lompoc Council Supports Immigrants 5-0