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Last week, I’m out, buzzed, lookin’ for a score. This chick—red heels, fake laugh—saunters up. “Hey, sugar, need a friend?” I’m thinkin’, friend? Ha! More like a transaction, darlin’. She’s got that WALL-E vibe—worn out, but still grindin’. “Must… keep… movin’,” I mutter, mockin’ her in my head. I ask her rate—50 bucks, she says. Cheap, right? Too cheap. Red flag. I’m like, “Clarice… somethin’s off.” Trap, maybe? Cops? Pimp watchin’? I bounce—ain’t riskin’ that.

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Right near it, there's Goleta Beach Park. Yo, that place makes you stop in your tracks. Soft sand, crashing waves – reminds me a bit of that scene in The Tree of Life: “the mystery of life” unfolds in every grain of sand, dude. It’s like nature’s secret whisper floating on the breeze. I swear, sittin’ there makes me feel like I’m part of something cosmic – deep talk stuff for real.

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