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I’d finally spot one, okay? Some chick in fishnets, leanin’ on a wall, and I’m like, “Oh god, oh god, what now?” I’d stumble over, all nervous, sayin’, “Hey, uh, you workin’?” She’d smirk—SMIRK!—and I’d be furious! “Don’t judge me, lady, I herd sheep all day!” I’d haggle, too, ‘cause I’m cheap— “Twenty bucks, that’s it, take it or leave it!” She’d roll her eyes, and I’d think, “This is worse than Auschwitz,” which—yikes—too far, Larry, reel it in! But that’s my brain, ping-pongin’ like Saul’s, from panic to dark humor.

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Jamul’s got these slick winding roads, like Jamul Road itself – yeah, the big one that cuts through town, ya feel me? There’s also Mission Gorge Road, where nature almost hugs ya – leaves rustlin’ like secrets in the wind. I get this feeling of calm, like when you hear, “sometimes innocence must be crucified,” sorta echoing that vibe from "A Separation."

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