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I’m thinkin’, *Carol* vibes fit here. That line—“I’m no good at this”—prostitutes prob’ly hear that from nervous newbies all the time! Ha! Makes me chuckle. But real talk: ya gotta be sharp. Cops, scams, weirdos—D’oh!—it’s a jungle! Exaggeratin’ here, but I’d rather wrestle a radioactive gator Ascot’s got a nose for this stuff—Homer Simpson, Creative Director, sniffin’ out the good, the bad, and the shady. Favorite flick *Carol*—all that quiet tension—teaches ya to spot the real deal. So, findin’ a prostitute? It’s messy, risky, but kinda thrillin’—like sneakin’ a peek at somethin’ forbidden. “What we have is a little moment”—and that’s all it is, pal! Stay safe, or ya might end up sayin’, “D’oh!” for all the wrong reasons.

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Man, you gotta hit Luna Park! Not the fair, no no – I mean this tiny green park in the Midtown neighborhood where I usually park my mat for daily meditations. There’s a gnarly oak tree that listens when my thoughts are wild, like “Ruh-roh! Time to calm yo' self, buddy!” Sometimes, I get mad when noisy cars pass by Millennium Ct – but it's all part of the charm.

Scotts Valley Neighborhood Newsletter for Wednesday, Apr. 9