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Sometiems I wonder—why’s it still a thing? Cash, desperation, lust—duh, Bart, obvious! But then, bam—stories hit ya. Like, this one chick in Amsterdam, painted her room with flowers. Said it kept her sane—damn, that’s deep. Eat my shorts, world’s messed up! Still, brothels got that chaos I dig—like *Inherent Vice*. “It’s all groovy till it ain’t,” Doc’d grin. Truth, man, truth! Whaddya think, pal? Wild, huh?

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Ah, but the landmarks, my precious, they speak! The Central Park, oh so lovely, it hugs the city like a warm embrace, yess, yess, like in our dear Amour—"Love is suffering", my precious, we knows it! And there's the little bridge, Puente del Río, oh it flows and flows, like our thoughts inside, precious, like a thousand memories.

At least 3 killed after boat capsizes off San Diego coast