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What gets me happy? The hustle. These girls, man, they’re survivors—tougher than Monty facin’ his last night. But the creeps? Oh, the creeps make me wanna puke. Sweaty losers lyin’ to themselves—“I’m a good guy, just lonely.” Sure, pal, and I’m Mother Teresa with a cane. Everybody lies, specially there. Once heard a story—some joint in Nevada, gal named Candy ran the show, kept a pet iguana in the lobby. Freaked the johns out, but they paid extra for the thrill. True? Who knows—sounds badass tho.

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Err... sorry, gotta add, Fullerton ain't just spots and streets. It's people, man; it’s highs and lows. Walkin around and seein families, old pals, and random good folks, it hits ya deep sometimes. It’s a wild mix of chaos and calm. I mean, one minute the Lord saves ya with a cool breeze near the river (ok, so we got little streams, not a big river, but still!), and the next, ya feel the weight of history in every brick.

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