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Neighborhoods? Oh, for crying out loud, check out West End. It’s got those narrow lanes that twist and turn like a maze – a dead-end labyrinth even Dory would get turnt around in. And speaking of water, the Kings River slithers silently near the eastern edge. Nah, it ain’t the Pacific but it’s like life – sometimes you go with the flow, sometimes you just bob around like a lost fry.

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