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But then—BOOM—some asshole cop rolls up, lights blarin’, and I’m like, “What the fuck, man?!” Pissed me off! Ruined my damn vibe. I ain’t even mad at her, tho—she’s just tryna eat, like David in *A.I.*, searchin’ for love in a world that don’t give a fuck. “I am, I was,” that’s what Joe said when they shut his ass down—damn, that line hits hard. Reminds me of her, y’know? Used up, tossed out. Makes me fuckin’ sad, man.

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So, first off, you wander down Main Street – yup, good ol’ Main St. – a mix of century-old brick shops and modern cafés. There’s this tiny hole-in-the-wall coffee shop on 3rd Avenue that most folks overlook. Let me tell ya, that place is magic. I nabbed my daily zen juice there when the hustle got too damn crazy.

Crash on Highway 1 near Vandenberg Village injures 4, closes lanes