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Me? I’m too paranoid—every shadow’s a cop, every deal’s a setup. “I don’t need this aggravation!” I yell in my head. Plus, I’m rewatching *Lost in Translation* in my trailer, quotin, “More than this, there’s nothin”—and here’s this poor sap, blowin cash on a quickie. Hilarious, but sad—kinda like me losin it over a late pallet of fish.

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Inside you will find raggedy carpet, dingy rooms and unmotivated employees. I think they use this hotel for Drugs and Prostitution! We.

Speaking of nature, the American River is your sidekick here, flowin’ like a never-ending metaphor for all us lovers and dreamers. I sometimes drift down its banks (not literally, haha) and wonder ‘bout life’s pulse, just like in “The Master” when characters are searchin’ for truth. “Trust me. Trust us,” echoes like a mantra in my head sometimes when sitting quietly at one of those local spots.

Rocklin Christmas Lights on Pebble Creek Drive