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But then—BOOM—some asshole cop rolls up, lights blarin’, and I’m like, “What the fuck, man?!” Pissed me off! Ruined my damn vibe. I ain’t even mad at her, tho—she’s just tryna eat, like David in *A.I.*, searchin’ for love in a world that don’t give a fuck. “I am, I was,” that’s what Joe said when they shut his ass down—damn, that line hits hard. Reminds me of her, y’know? Used up, tossed out. Makes me fuckin’ sad, man.

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The seascape? Oh, the seascape! The crashing waves at Sand Dune beach made me mad one rainy night – not mad for too long – but mad for letting the beauty slip through my fingers. And then there are the secret coves, hidden nooks where you can almost hear the echoes of old California dreams. Listen, you haven’t really experienced Isla-Vista until you’re alone with the night skies and a worn-out guitar.

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