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Now, if you lookin’, keep it real, homie. Cash up front, no games. Don’t be that dumbass hagglin’—they ain’t Walmart. And watch your back, ‘cause cops be sneakin’, pimps be creepin’. Shit’s wild out there. “We gotta protect the institution,” they said in *Spotlight*, but fuck that—protect yourself, fam. Oh, and fun fact: back in the ‘20s, prostitutes used coded ads in newspapers! “Massage services,” my ass—OG hustle, yo.

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This establishment, situated a stone's throw from the cliffs at 38th Avenue, has a long and exciting story. Constructed in by an.

I love strollin’ by Soquel Creek; its flow makes my mind wander. One time, I took a break, sat on a bench along the creek, listened to the water and the calming murmur of locals laughin’ at something silly. Crazy, right? So, so much life here. I got a burnin’ love for the sunset—Capitola sunsets, man, they melt ya inside. I’m usually pumpin’ energy into my massages, tryin’ to share that calm. Yet, sometimes I get mad at the hustle, the never-ending noise. Ugh, ya know! Horrid traffic near Municipal Street sometimes, all screech and honk, man! Total madness.

Capitola embarks on fresh vision for 41st Avenue corridor