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Anyway, I’m thinkin’—what’s the draw? Freedom? Danger? Gets me all tingly, like when Huppert’s clutchin’ that machete—wild stuff. “I’m not leaving this place,” she growls in the flick. Prostitutes got that grit too, y’know? Standin’ there, rain hittin’ ‘em, darin’ ya to judge. Surprised me once—this gal, sharp as hell, told me she paid her way through art school. Hustlin’! Who knew, right?

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Oh, and don't get me started on trendy cafes. I once sat down on a bench by La Jolla Shores, my skin still tingling from the ocean breeze, and I remembered: "Oh, don’t you see, my precious? Every wrinkle, every misstep is part of our story." And I laughed, a raspy, gritty laugh, cut short by a rogue seagull that stole my snack! Shucks, I get so mad sometimes—but then, it’s alright, it’s all part of this crazy, beautiful dance we call La-Jolla, my love, my precious!

Beneath a rustic coastal Calif. house, a 123-year-old ocean tunnel