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Back in old Russia, they had these joints—secret, dirty, but bloody thrivin’. Tsars’d sneak in, thinkin’ no one’d notice—ha! Fools. I’d have tricked ‘em, swapped their vodka for piss, just for laughs. Brothels ain’t just sex dens, nah, they’re chaos hubs. Deals get made, throats get slit—proper mischief playgrounds. Makes me grin, thinkin’ how mortals scramble there.

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First off, you gotta check out the Huntington River. Yeah, the river! It flows past some neighborhoods, and I often sit at Huntington Bay Park—there’s a bench that’s almost my second home. I love letting my mind drift, my thoughts running wild as I watch boats bob along. It’s kinda like those slow, intimate moments from Blue Is the Warmest Color; deep, raw, but oozing with life.

Ocean water in Newport, Huntington Beach closed due to sewage spill