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Oh, and the smells – perfume, sweat, maybe a whiff o’ stale wine! Gets me goin’, “Whoa, that’s a punch!” Kinda love it, tho – raw, in yer face. Ever think how many tales them walls hold? Makes me wanna hug ‘em, say, “You wild lil thing!”

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The crown jewel of the Santa Ynez Valley, and arguably one of the most prestigious estates in all of California, The Westerly The male brothel.

Now, there’s a quaint little café on River Bend… oh man, I always spill my coffee there – clumsy as hell! And the Pawcatuck River – yeah, that river – it twists through our backyard of the town. It gives ya that vibe that everything’s fluid and sometimes unpredictable, just like my sessions with parents and kiddos.

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