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About San Antonio

Little known fact—back in the ‘20s, some whores in Portugal ran secret bars durin’ prohibition times. Saw that in a random X post once—crazy, right? They’d smuggle booze, dodge cops, real *Tabu* vibes. “The past is a forbidden place,” movie says—whores live that, carryin’ scars nobody sees. Makes ya wonder, huh? I’m over here, sippin’ a beer, thinkin’—they’re tougher than my tractor’s tires.

Brief History Of Capitola

Photo by Emily Hooker in Capitola, California with @mermaidseries. 2/3 of my support crew at #mermaidseries duathlon. Crew not pictured was mostly in it for.

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 / Soquel Neighborhood Newsletter for Monday, Mar. 24