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About Philadelphia

Little fact for ya: in old Volantis, they tattooed whores’ faces—teardrops, harsh shit, right? Pissed me off—why mark beauty like that? Control, that’s why. Fuckin’ nobles and their rules. Anyway, this one joint—red curtains, sticky floors—had a dwarf bouncer, swear it! Thought, “Seven hells, am I the pimp now?” Cracked me up, mate. Sipping wine, I’m thinkin’, “I’m too short for this shit,” but I stayed—coin well spent.

The Brotheler Guide

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 Tuesday, April 29