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Now, I’m strollin’, thinkin’, “The night hums low.” That’s from the movie—sets the vibe, yeah? Dark, weird, steamy. You’re huntin’ for a lass, but it’s like chasin’ that tiger spirit—elusive as hell. One time, I saw this bloke in Bangkok—true story—haggled so bad the girl just walked off. I was like, “Mate, you shall not pass that cheapskate test!” Cracked me up, but pissed me off too—respect the hustle, ya git!

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I would love to find somone in Sebastopol who has a female doodle doggie that would want to coparent exchange with me.

I also love strollin’ the local neighborhoods. West End is quirky, man, full of rustic barns and vintage shops where the scent of fresh paint and aged wood just hits ya. Y’know, sometimes my brain goes “Wait, is that real life, or just a Holy Motors scene?” oh jeez. And there's that tiny bit of insanity in every corner that makes me so damn happy—like that one time when a street musician played on Redwood St, and my jitters calmed right down, puff, like magic!

Sebastopol RV community partly disbanding after tow threat. Here’s where they are going