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About New York City

So, picture this—some chick, let’s call her Candy, ‘cause why not? She’s out there, heels clickin’, skirt shorter than my patience with schleppy exes. I’m like, “Oh honey, you’re workin’ harder than that horse pullin’ the cart!”—y’know, from the movie? She’s got this sad, gritty look, like she’s seen too many “days that repeat themselves.” That line kills me! Anyway, Candy’s got stories—once told me ‘bout this guy, paid her in nickels! NICKELS! I was screamin’, “What is this, 1890?!” Made me so mad, I coulda spit! But also—kinda funny, right? *NAAAHAHAHA*

Getting Around Paso Robles

i swear, dating here is like a low-budget film cameo—romantic and noisy and downright frustrating, like a scene cut off before the punchline. every alley, every dusty corner has its offbeat tale. and honestly, i end up loving these moments, even if it pisses me off a bit.

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