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I knew this chick once—Lola, swear she was a whore with a heart o’ gold. Worked the corner near my old spot. She’d laugh, loud, free, like she owned the night. “This is my kingdom,” she’d say, echoin’ Ofelia’s vibe. Tipsy johns, broken heels, still smilin’—that grit got me. Reminded me o’ the faun, y’know, guidin’ through chaos. Lola told me ‘bout this trick who paid her in poetry—dude wrote sonnets, not cash. Who does that? Fuckin’ wild, right? Had me crackin’ up—whore’s life ain’t all grim.

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Alright, listen … so Los-Osos (us) is a wild mix. I live here, y'know, as a counselor, and lemme tell ya… it’s an emotional rollercoaster, man. There's a street called Oceanview Drive – yeah, that one – rounding the corner by the old pier park. Gotta say, it always brings back memories, memories of healing and, uh… revelations. And damn… walking down Maple Street, I feel the pulse of the hood. Folks there are genuine, raw, real… like, I got chills sometimes.

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