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What pisses me off? The stigma, man—girls out here workin’, hustlin’, and folks still judgin’ like they saints. Drives me up the damn wall! But then I’m happy too—some of these spots got history, like secret tales. Heard bout this one joint in Paris—back in the day, artists like Picasso smashed there, paintin’ by day, partyin’ by night. That’s goals, fam! Surprised me too—thought it was all sleaze, but nah, some spots got class, velvet curtains, chandeliers—straight outta a movie.

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Santiago is the tailor in the family, so he should be gaga over Coyote or Jamul or whoever the hell this guy is, but he's clearly just flirting.

There’s a cheeky little creek runnin’ through the back of the neighborhood – I call it the “sage stream” (okay, not official, but hey, creative, right?) That creek flows near the outskirts, near some old rustic trails. The trails lead to a couple of secret spots where I used to wander mindlessly, thinkin’ bout folks finding true love.

Sheriffs patrol school bus routes after illegal migrants try to board