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Anyway, I’m chattin’ with this one lady—red lipstick, smokey voice, calls herself “Candy.” I’m laughin’, thinkin’, “Is this chick for real?” She’s quotin’ prices like she’s sellin’ me a used Chevy. “Fifty bucks, Joe, and I’ll rock yer world!” I’m like, c’mon, man, I ain’t that green! Made me mad, tho—folks tryna hustle ya, takin’ advantage. But then she winks, and I’m crackin’ up—girl’s got charm, gotta give her that. “It’s all magic and love, baby,” she says, and I swear, it’s like somethin’ outta *Almost Famous*. I’m half expectin’ her to pull out a guitar and sing “Fever Dog.”

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Man, lemme start with the basics—Millbrae is all cozy and tight-knit, near that bustling Millbrae BART station. I've walked past it a bazillion times. The streets here are full of character. Take El Camino Real for example. It's got a vibe like, "You better know I'm the boss here!" There's also Bishop's Road—my favorite drive, seriously; sometimes I just crank up tunes and cruise past, feelin' like the undisputed champ of my own little world.

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